Although I find the New England Patriots rather obnoxious and exaggerated, especially their big-headed quarterback Tom Brady, I found myself rooting for them during the Jets vs. Patriots game on Thursday. The game, played in New Jersey at 8:20pm, began as a mere echo in the background of the hustling and bustling kitchen scene that was my house back home that night.
All eighteen of our guests had sufficiently stuffed their faces hours earlier and the tryptophan from the twenty-five-pound stuffed turkey was beginning to set in big time. As we cleaned the kitchen, cleared the table, and wrapped up leftovers, I heard my least-favorite last name in football: Tebow. Now fully alert (with annoyance), I realized the Jets were about to play the Patriots and I quickly hustled to finish my part in the clean-up process.
The only female in the living room, now accompanied by my brother, step-brother, step-father, grandfather, and uncle, I watched as the Patriots destroyed the New York Jets and I could not have been more happy. As the game concluded with a 49-19 score, we served pies and dessert and finished off the holiday in the most perfect way, watching Tim Tebow walk off his home field, holding back the tears. It was a GREAT Thanksgiving! :)
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