I love Thanksgiving. It might be my favorite holiday. Comfort food combined with football is pretty close to heaven by my measure. But the day is about more than that. It is about the characters and personalities who you share it with. There is the uncle who talks to you about things that don’t matter as if they are worth deep and lengthy discussion. Or that cousin who always wears something inappropriate. Then there is new boyfriend or girlfriend of a family member who is waking up today knowing they are going to have to make a good first impression. But today our Thanksgiving family grows to include each other. We are blue-blooded brothers and sisters of the Hawk.
There will be the person tweeting that the game is lost after the 49ers get a first down. And the person who will tell you to stop “jinxing it” by commenting on how well the Seahawks are playing. The roles will be familiar because we have all done this for as long as we have done Thanksgiving. We celebrate together. We pick each other up when the team falls. We fight about the silliest things. We are family. And I am thankful.