It’s getting to be close to Thanksgiving. For most people this is a time for family gatherings, good eats and maybe a little football. If everything falls in place for yours truly it will be me, a frozen pizza, and a whole day of football on the 61” big screen.
Years ago my family started going up to Wisconsin Rapids (three hour drive) to visit with my aunt and uncle and two cousins. My other aunt and uncle and six kids would make the drive up from Illinois. All these relatives are from my mom’s side. None of them are normal. Coming from me, you know this ain’t good.
I haven’t gone the last two years.
Between my dad faking falling asleep and the stupid board games and the snowy TV, Thanksgiving really sucks ass. But this year I might have a real excuse (well, at least a pretty darn good one). You see, the Green Bay Packers play at 11:30. I haven’t heard the travel plans yet but if they coincide with the Packer game you better believe I’ll be watching it from the comfort of my living room. The Packer’s are 9-1 and have a very good chance of beating the Detroit Lions (even though the game is in Detroit). Even if we did get there by 11:30 there’s no guarantee that their TV will get any reception. And who knows what time they’d be having the Thanksgiving meal. I could be stuck in some painful conversations while Brett Favre is hitting Donald Driver on a slant route for a touchdown. The NFL season is only 17 weeks long, 20 if you include the playoffs. It’s not like I’m skipping out on the family for a Brewer’s game.
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