It's not a surprise to anyone that has read this blog with any regularity that Thanksgiving is always my favorite day of the year – food, family, friends, football, right? Not to mention that the Niff and I got engaged on the only holiday that is really just only about eating. Coincidence? Nothing is in my life.
It's almost a month later and Jessie kicks me these pictures of our Turkey Day game. Not the usual crew, but most are good friends of mine. The one staple that has been to just about every single game has been Mark. I'm thankful for Mark hanging with me through some rough stuff over the years. I've known him since the 7th grade, so going on 15 years and he's still the same kid I met when I first moved to New Hampshire. Uncompromising values, contagious sense of humor, nicest kid you'll meet.
As "luck" would have it, we were on the same team. That's a shame. For the other team.
We're like Thunder and Lightning. Smash and Dash. We're ball brothers – we hang together.
In any event, a great game, greater that we got to play with each other on the same team, great even more that we won. Without Mark, I don't get into the endzone, we don't win. Simple as that.
Next year the game will be just as good, if not better. But only if Smash and Dash are reunited.
