Every Thanksgiving I look forward to seeing all my relatives that I only visit once in a blue moon, and like most guys around the country, I also look forward to some good Thanksgiving football. Watching football on Thanksgiving is an old tradition that is not just enjoyed by rabid football fans and their family members alike.
My Thanksgiving vacation was as I expected it to be for the most part. After weaving through impatient commuters in Grand Central Station, holding onto the poles (as any sane person should do) in the underground shuttle to Penn Station, and sitting on yet another train watching concrete give way to trees, I was home.