Now, I'm sure some of you think you know what the meaning of Thanksgiving is. Pilgrims and Native Americans. Yada, yada, yada. But I'm here to tell you that the TRUE meaning of Thanksgiving comes in the shape of a football. A Detroit Lions football, to be exact. At least, this is the reason my family celebrates turkey day.
As my father has explained many times over, the last Thursday in November is our way of giving thanks for the game Detroit hosts every year (since 1934). He does a much better job of explaining it but the basic gist is that we throw a feast in the hopes that the Lions will actually win a game.
So every year, he gets up early and prepares the sacrificial turkey. We all slave away in the kitchen making side dishes and desserts. All in the hopes that we'll have reason to celebrate. Our cooking half-time occurs when the game starts. We sit in anticipation. Hoping the Turkey Gods will smile on us for our contribution.
Most of the time, we end up eating our meal around a sad, quiet table of mourning fans. But on the rare occasion that the Lions win - we have one hell of a party. Regardless of whether we win or lose, we will go on. And we will continue to cheer for the Detroit Lions.
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I saw less than 5 minutes of either game this year, which was odd--the day, and the next, seem a bit off kilter. Coincidence?
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