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.