Karl Werner- Assignment 14: Flying Turkeys

My Thanksgiving consists of stereotypes. I am such a traditional American male when it comes to this national holiday. My special day is composed entirely of my two favorite f-words: football and food. I stuff my face and feel as fat as I will look by the time I'm forty. I gorge on turkey, stuffing, biscuits, ham, potatoes, chicken, assorted sandwiches, and anything else you can soak in gravy and fall asleep after eating. While not deep in a overeating-induced coma, I am participating in something football related. I am either outside physically playing it, or slouching on the couch, dripping with saturated fat and gravy watching it. Since picking up fantasy football, I have come to enjoy this tradition even more. One of my fondest memories was last Halloween seeing my star receiver Andre Johnson go for over two hundred total yards and carry my team to victory. My fingers are crossed that this turkey day brings similar results for my team, whose name is not appropriate to post on this blog. So's here to overindulgence and validation through either feeble competition in actual athletics or through the success of other, real athletes, and a happy Thanksgiving for all.