There are a lot of football games on Thanksgiving weekend.
In an attempt to give the holiday its due, your father tried to watch all of them.
Never mind that we don’t have 437 TVs. Never mind that we don’t get all 46 billion channels. Dad flipped channels like it was his job.
Which is disconcerting for someone like me.
I generally watch football While Doing Other Things. Like writing to you. I glance up, make sure the players are doing what they’re supposed to do, and go back to whatever else I’m focused on. I think I glance up frequently enough that I don’t miss too much (#InstantReplayRules).
It’s a technique that works brilliantly under normal conditions.
This Thanksgiving, “normal conditions” were nowhere in sight.
I’m used to every now and then getting so engrossed in what I’m doing that I miss a great play or – occasionally – a scoring play, and I look up to find that there has been a major shift in the game.
I am not used to every now and then glancing up to see that the uniforms have changed.
At first I thought the color on the TV went all wonky.
Then I realized The Great Channel Flip had commenced. I commented to Dad that normal people watch one game at a time. Apparently my comment was not worthy of a response, although I’m pretty sure there was an implied withering look.
The upshot is that there was a lot of football, but I have no idea what happened in any of it.
Presumably some teams won.
I’m sure you know more about it than I do.