Once again a cool breeze is blowing, leaves are gently falling, and we’re raking said cold leaves out of our frigid backyard.
Yes, autumn has returned.
Kristy and I hail from the Deep South, where college football is as intrinsic to local culture as fried chicken, fried okra, and fried… well, just about anything.
Click to SEE the VIDEO: 'Twas the Day After Thanksgiving!
Autumn in the South means football. It’s a little known fact that the sport’s “pigskin” was once also fried, a practice that was only discontinued when the negative health effects of eating a football came to light.
Although we get along quite well in our Airstream, our marital relationship is tested on one day every year: the day that ALABAMA battles AUBURN for annual football bragging rights.
While I cheer for the Alabama Crimson Tide —when you think about it, isn’t “Crimson Tide” one of the strangest, I mean, MOST ORIGINAL, team names imaginable?— my wife cheers for its arch rival, the Auburn Tigers.
The big game between these two schools is, for no apparent reason, called the Iron Bowl.
Tickets for this game are highly prized, with prices ranging from one’s right arm all the way up to a firstborn child. In exchange for the latter, one receives not only skybox seating but also a commemorative souvenir cup.
So we entered a video contest in a shallow, brazen attempt to win free Iron Bowl tickets. And guess what? WE WON!
TO SEE OUR AWARD-WINNING YOUTUBE VIDEO, A POEM CALLED “‘TWAS THE DAY AFTER THANKSGIVING” CLICK HERE!
Not only did we score two tickets to the big game, but now I can call myself an “award-winning” filmmaker. It’s rumored that I beat out Steven Speilberg, Francis Ford Coppola, and Sir Ridley Scott for this honor.
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I’ll bring this particular update to a close on a more serious note. Thanksgiving is truly one of my favorite holidays.
Elvis Presley once sang, “Why Can’t Every Day Be Like Christmas?”
During this time of year, I’m tempted to bellow, “Why Can’t Every Day Be Like Thanksgiving?”
“Because We’d All Be Morbidly Obese!” is not a satisfying retort.
For me, every day truly is like Thanksgiving. I attempt to express gratitude for our blessings on a daily basis.
This November holiday has a way of focusing one’s attention on what’s really important, and I’m not talking turkey.
Wherever you may reside, wherever your own travels may take you, I wish YOU a happy and healthy Thanksgiving.
THANK YOU for sharing in our ongoing journey, aluminum wrapped and otherwise, through life.
Thanks also for your support of LongLongHoneymoon.com — it is much appreciated.
In short…
HAPPY THANKSGIVING!
(And Roll Tide.)
Sean Michael
Camper, Poet, & “Award-winning” Filmmaker
P.S. Kristy says “Happy Thanksgiving!” too.
P.P.S. Kristy also says Auburn’s battle cry of “War Eagle!” but I’d rather not mention that.