It is Thanksgiving here in the States. I am thankful to be a part of this fascinating Square Ball collective, so cheers to you all! I will be eating my fair share of turkey (dark meat > white meat by a wide margin), stuffing, etc., thankful, among many other things, that Bielsa and company have Leeds contending instead of pretending.
I’m not sure what the UK thinks, if it thinks at all, of Thanksgiving, but when I went on my honeymoon in Paris 20 years ago, they laughed at it on a morning news show. I laughed back because it does seem a weird tradition from afar, rife with the contradictions that checker much of American life and our traditions.
In line with that, I will eat turkey today, even though the Native American tribes who shared it with the Pilgrims were eventually wiped out by disease and repression brought by the Pilgrims. I will be thankful, even though the tradition is tied to what amounted to a wackadoodle, Calvinist religious cult. I will watch football even though the NFL is the most venal of all American pro sports conglomerates and not worthy of the holiday.
(I’m also not pleased right now with the Leeds 49ers for tarring-and-feathering my Green Bay Packers on Sunday night.)
All of the above are uncomfortable truths, but at the core of Thanksgiving, is getting together with family. So I’ll live with the contradictions and enjoy the more wholesome tradition it’s evolved into.
Happy Thanksgiving everyone!
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