As I sit down for my traditionally untraditional Thanksgiving meal this year, I am faced with a conundrum happened across by many a vagabond sports fan. As is tradition, Thanksgiving is inundated with the sights and sounds of professional football. My dilemma, however, is not what to watch, rather, it is a question of who to be pulling for as mounds of turkey and stuffing are being shoveled into my extremely grateful face. With my traditional Jermichael Finley Jersey, "always leave room for pie" sweatpants on, I am faced with a decision between hometown heroes and childhood chums. Yes, it is the Tampa Bay Buccaneers traveling to Dallas, Texas to take on America's Team, slightly less known by the moniker, the Dallas Cowboys. I grew up with those Cowboys.
In fact, as I'm watching the pre-game proceedings, my mother is rustling through a distant closet in an attempt to find my hand-knitted Cowboys helmet I donned as a tot watching countless Cowboy games. It was the kind that came down over the ears, I suppose to keep my bulbous head warm during those severe Texas winters, however, more and more I am starting to believe that it was to serve as a buffer between my infant ears and the array of colorful language being spewed by various members of the family in between involuntary chants now and then of, "How Bout Them Cowboys?
another holiday tradition, yet I digress. On the other side of the field, however, were the Pewter Pirates a.k.a. the Tampa Bay Buccaneers. I moved to Tampa straight out of high school to attend college at The University of South Florida. Immediately I adopted the local sports teams Packers pro shop, as having lived in Daytona Beach didn't offer me such luxuries, as there were no teams to be found. I was always taught, and believe to this day, that rooting for the hometown team is a good thing for so many reasons.
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