Am I thankful, this Thanksgiving season? Absolutely. I'm thankful for my wife and stepson. We've got our health and we've got each other. I'm thankful for my mom, my siblings, and the rest of the extended family. I'm even thankful for Florida Football 2010.
Really. Here's why:
When you win, you come up with superstitions. I remember a guy during the early Spurrier years who shaved his face during halftime of every Away game, because the team had staged a miraculous comeback a couple of years earlier when he'd happened to have had a shower and shave at the half. He decided it was his midgame grooming that won the game and a superstition was born.
My superstitions have never been quite that time-consuming, but they existed and my gameday got a bit more cluttered every time another one piled on top of the previous.
I no longer need obsess about orange-and-blue boxer shorts or whether I've played Molly Hatchet's "Gator Country" and Talking Head's "Swamp" before the pre-game radio show starts. I don't have to run across a street at halftime and pound an oilcan, don't have to find "We Are The Boys" on my iPod after the third quarter, and I certainly don't need to stock up on celebratory bottles of champagne ahead of time. (After this season, I've got a deep bench at that particular position.)
When your team loses repeatedly notwithstanding your superstitions, give thanks! You may find yourself relieved of a burden.