Thanksgiving Plans
Staying home.
Ten years ago, I was writing about many things Detroit. Thanksgiving football is the Detroit Lions. Period. End of Story. The Cowboys were Johnny-Com-Latelys, but I do remember viewing more than a few Dallas games. Leon Lett blowing the game. I remember a Cowboys game with Ryan Leaf starting as they searched a decent quarterback in the wake of Aikman. I think I actually caught most of that game driving to Charleston, SC to have dinner at my uncle’s house.
But Thanksgiving football is a Lions thing.
I stumbled across a question in one of my Substack groups (Probably The Fifth Column) that was a guy from New Zealand who connected with a woman in Hawaii. I think they’re engaged. But he was looking for information about what to expect on his first trip to Michigan to meet her family for a real American Thanksgiving.
LIONS FOOTBALL.
I think staying awake to watch the late Cowboys game when I was growing up in Europe was hit-or-miss. The Lions game would kick off just about when the tryptophan was really kicking in, and Dallas would have been something like 1am.
They added a third game probably about fifteen years ago. Probably in an effort to increase viewership on the Sinister Coast. But, for several years there, they were loading it up with all-NFC games. Yeah, I appreciate Lions-Packers. Or Dallas-Redskins Football Team Commanders, but both of those games make me a little less appetized to see Cardinals-Seahawks at night.
Last year they paid a bit better attention, and had some AFC teams playing.
This year, it’s a division game in the NFC North, a cross-conference game with the Cowboys, and an AFC-only game for the night contest.
I am more than okay with this.
So. What else.
News last night and this morning was making a lot over OrangeManBad’s turkey pardons.
Something something remarkable lack of class something something what you get with a Jets’ Fan slumlord from Queens something something.
I’m happy that I don’t have to deal with family who think I voted for him because I didn’t vote for Officer Harris.
Out Thanksgiving is going to be pretty simple. Just me, my wife, and the sickeningly-sweet tiny dog. We’re not going anywhere, and don’t have any guests coming. Money constraints make things a little less-celebratory.
When do I write tomorrow? What do I write about? My prefab prompts seem to be disappearing.
We shall see. But winding towards the stop of this streak.
I’m also trying hard, again, to miss having to work on Thanksgiving. That was kind of an expected thing when I was in radio, and working deep IT support. When was the last time I was in this situation, really?