Thanksgiving, for some, conjures up thoughts of a table creaking under the weight of a feast, turkey and stuffing and gravy and cranberry sauce in the shape of a can. Others take pleasure in becoming one with the couch, watching the parade, the dog show and the Detroit Lions with the season’s first glass of egg nog close at hand.
For me, Thanksgiving starts with a go route.
For more than 40 years now, my family has gathered for an annual Turkey Bowl game, generations challenging generations, year after year. And every single game, every single year, I begin the festivities with the same play: Everybody go long.