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For some (obvious) reason, every year around this time I think of the year I lived in France when I discovered that for about 24 years I was completely ignorant of an apparently essential part of the Thanksgiving holiday.
I was sitting around a table with a bunch of Americans who were describing the holiday to a French person when I heard one say, “Then we all sit around and watch football.” All the American heads (except mine) nodded in agreement.
“Wait,” I said. “Did I miss something?” Are we talking about Thanksgiving?”
Yes, they all agreed. Confirming.
“Football?” I said. “You watch football on Thanksgiving?”
All American heads bobbed their “yeses.”
That was the year that I discovered that football is a part of this holiday.
It also seared into my mind, what probably otherwise would have been a completely unrecalable memory. My mind flashed back to the one and only Thanksgiving of my life where I ever watched football. I recalled sitting on my grandmother’s rocking chair, her orange and brown afgan behind me on the chair (where it always was) and rooting for the Patriots. I may have chosen that team over the other due to their uniform color– I have no idea. Likewise I have no idea who won, or who else was in the game. Come to think of it, as I write this, I’m not even sure that was Thanksgiving. The memory is shockingly devoid of the large amounts of people that would have been present at my grandmother’s during a day like this. Maybe it was just the one and only time in my life I can ever recall watching that sport with my family.
Needless to say, I won’t be watching football on Thursday. But I hope you all enjoy your game!