Seems to happen around this time every year. And curiously enough, it’s always on a Thursday. I’m sure our Founding Fathers carried the tradition of Thanksgiving from Europe to Plymouth Plantation. But how did they know about football?
I suppose turkeys could be delivered via the perfect spiral and I would imagine the Wampanoags were all too happy to intercept a roasted bird or a latch onto a shovel pass of sweet potatoes for a TD. After all, they outnumbered the new colonists two to one. Is that a fair match? No, and it does’t matter. What matters is that Thanksgiving is the day that everyone belongs to this glorious union of ours even if the gravy sometimes gets a little tepid.
Happy Thanksgiving to all!