Thanksgiving is a holiday rife with traditions… the food, the parades, the awkward conversation, the Lions getting blown out on national television. But the most sacred is the one from which it takes it’s name. Thanksgiving is the one day when we actually take the time to think of how lucky we’ve been over the course of the past year and give thanks, be it to God or just to the hands of fate. For that one day, we’re celebrating everything that’s gone right instead of dwelling on what’s gone wrong.
Tomorrow will probably be the last Michigan game of the season. For the next eight months, we’ll have to find something else to do with ourselves for three hours each Saturday. It’s not a big deal in the grand scheme of things, our lives will go on rather seamlessly. It might even be a bit of a blessing for some, more free time to spend with friends or family. Our attentions will turn to other things… basketball, the bowls, the NFL, baseball, hockey, rollerblading in jorts. But still, for those three hours every week, we’ll feel a sense of emptiness, like there’s something extremely important that we’re missing out on. We’ll know what the only cure for that feeling is, and we’ll know that we just have to live with it for a few more months.
Tomorrow will probably be the last time you’ll see Brandon Graham, Zoltan Mesko, Stevie Brown, Brandon Minor, Carlos Brown and probably David Cone take the field in maize and blue. After about 4pm, they’ll be nothing more than ghosts, names on the vast list of Michigan players we can kind of remember but not really. When next September rolls around, we’ll have new names and new faces. New heroes and new goats. This blog won’t be the same. Our lives won’t be the same.
So, at around noon tomorrow when the teams take the field and the band plays The Victors… be thankful. Because win or lose, for better or worse, this is our team. And this is our last chance to watch them give their all for our entertainment.
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