What I’m Thankful For

Today in the United States we celebrate Thanksgiving. From what I remember from my days in elementary school, the holiday commemorates a feast between the pilgrims and the Native American Indians to celebrate the bountiful harvest and new found friendship found in the new world. This of course all happened before the settlers began stealing the land from the Native Americans who in turn would gain gambling rights on their reservations whereby they would take back all the money that the settlers had taken plus interest at their casinos. It just goes to show that what goes around comes around. According to the Butterball company, this is the time of year when we all partake of the goodness of turkey and feast ourselves on such delicacies as green beans with mushroom soup poured over fried onion crunchy sticks and countless helpings of multi-colored Jell-O in fancy glasses topped with Cool Whip and other man-made dairy cream products. But this holiday is not only just about food; it is also about sports and in particular football.

To the National Football League this is an opportunity to expand beyond the Sunday or Monday time slot to get a few more advertising dollars and introduce a few more people to their pseudo-sport. It’s really hard for me to call football a real sport. These guys only play one game a week and their season only lasts 17 weeks and they get 1 week off during that time. Baseball players play more games during Spring Training than the NFL does in a whole season. The typical NFL team has a roster size of 55 players. That is more than double the active roster for Major League Baseball. For the longest time I couldn’t figure out why it took that many players then I realized that the NFL is made up of a whole league of designated hitters. Nobody on their team can play defense and offense. I can’t even imagine having a Major League Baseball team who had 11 fielders and none of them could hit so there would have to be 11 hitters who can’t field that would bat for the fielders. It’s no wonder an NFL game takes so long to play. I swear, I just don’t get football.

While Thanksgiving means a lot of things to a lot of people; to me it gives me an opportunity to stop and reflect on all that I have been blessed with. I’m grateful to be relatively healthy so that I am able to go to the Diamondbacks games. Each and every time I am able to walk from my car to Chase Field I count my blessings. I am thankful for season tickets. I cannot imagine having to stand in line before every game to purchase a ticket. I’ve gotten spoiled going to the ticket book and tearing out a ticket the day of the game before leaving for Chase Field. I am thankful for retractable roofs. There is just something magical hearing the music emanate from the Chase Field speakers and watch the heavens open up revealing the stars in the Arizona sky. I am thankful for Hungry Hill sausages. It doesn’t matter how badly I am feeling, an Italian Sausage with grilled onions and sauerkraut can make things better. They are also one of the best values at Chase Field; good taste and good value who could ask for anything more. I am thankful for Seat Cushion 2.0. Trina definitely saved my butt when she built those seat cushions. I’m thankful for opposable thumbs. Without opposable thumbs there would be no baseball and without baseball life would not be worth living. So on this special day I suggest we each become a little more introspective and think about those things were are most thankful for and recognize all that is good in our lives.

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