I give thanks.

  I give thanks for fellow Rams fans with whom I share my disappointments.  I give thanks for football.  Not that the Rams have played it recently, but when I watch good football, I'm just glad it exists.

  I give thanks for Thanksgiving as a perfect occasion to share the great American triumvirate of male Americana with family: sports, food, and alcohol.  I give thanks for each of those three independently, and none more than the others.

  I give thanks for having been able to move back to the U.S.  Look, Europe (and Germany) is great, but I'm an American, and more specifically, I'm a Southerner.  I give thanks for the South, and my fellow Southern neighbors, dumb as we are.

  I give thanks for a place to live, a TV (soon) and satellite to fill that TV with HD sports (sooner).  I'm thankful for HD in general.  It's hard to watch standard TV once you've seen sports in HD.

  I give thanks SBNation for TST and for giving Rams fans like myself, VanRam, taiko, Tackle Box, and ksmooth a place to vent.  I give thanks to Van for keeping this place going.  It takes more than most sports fans have to keep a running dialogue going as long as he has.

  I give thanks to my wife for understanding my passion for sports.  I give thanks to my dad for introducing me to sports.  And I thank sports for existing.

  In the words of Abe Simpson:

About my washtub, I used it that morning to wash my turkey, which in those days was known as a walking bird. We'd always have walking bird on Thanksgiving with all the trimmings: cranberries, injun eyes, and yams stuffed with gunpowder. Then we'd all watch football, which in those days was called baseball.

  Happy Thanksgiving, Rams fans.  Even you, Jay Zygmunt.  I hate you.