Thanksgiving and Iron Bowl

Somehow, the Thanksgiving season just is better with the addition of a good weekend of football.

I'll admit it.

I'm an addict.

And isn't that half of the battle?

So having admitted my affliction, does that mean a prescription of ESPN 1 & 2 can help me through my withdrawals from society, activity and life itself for an infusion of team spirit and yellow flags?

I'd love to have a wonderful set up like they have at the electronics stores. Multiple screens, sound systems that rival a theater and a remote control to command everything into action at the touch of a button.

I feel the testosterone level in the room rising.

Sure, I'm female but I totally get the gladiatorial competition and the need for conquest. It's a total turf war waged for a pigskin that doesn't even matter when all is said and done.

Except that it does.

Church congregations have actually split over the Iron Bowl bragging rights in this state. Everyone has an opinion and unless you are wearing the right team colors, your opinion is wrong. And it has nothing to do with which pew your family has sat in for decades.

Sadly, there are those in even good families who stray. For reasons known only to themselves, these benighted souls root for the opposition.

Perhaps it is a genetic anomoly? Some kind of DNA quirk that prevents brain receptors from seeing and hearing the same things that the rest of the family does?

Or is it sheer perversity that drives some to seek out a rival host to support their ego in an alternate universe from the one the rest of the family inhabits?

Whatever the cause, the civil war is still being fought in the homes that dot our nations when the rival colleges within our fair state toss the ball into the air on a crisp fall day and try to outlast each other until the final tick of the clock.

If you don't understand, I'm truly sorry. You are missing out on the spice of life.