Thankful

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In the world of sports there is no shortage of reasons to give thanks. In honor of Thanksgiving, I’ve put together a short, sports-themed list of things this sports fan is overwhelmingly grateful for:

The Turducken. The American march towards becoming a more health-conscious nation may one day spell the end of the triple-fowled meat slab. But in its prime there was no greater Thanksgiving moment for a sports fan than when the turducken, mimicking John Madden’s face, all glistening and fleshy, was presented to the winning team.

The Mighty Ducks. The movie franchise — not the NHL franchise — is responsible for molding my young mind, providing me with a moral compass and filling my head to the brim with oddball antics and zany catchphrases (I still find myself angrily referring to my enemies as ‘cake-eaters.’) I extend a long overdue thank-you to the creators of these fine films.

Figure Skating. The expertly rhythmic, athletically dramatic and glitzy, sequined flare of figure skating enamors me thoroughly. I said it and I meant it. Now, I’d be further thankful if you’d keep this little revelation between us.

Dock Ellis. The world may never know if Dock Ellis’ June 12, 1970 no-hitter he tossed for the Pirates was actually achieved under the influence of LSD, but the fact that the myth has survived so many years later, and to hear his first-hand recollection of the event, is well worth giving thanks for.

The Butt Fumble. As Mark Sanchez gears up to lead the Eagles into Cowboy country this Thursday, it would be a shame not to give proper thanks to one of the most fantastic plays in Turkey-Day history. Serving as the Jets quarterback in 2012, Sanchez, like a spooked deer, ran directly into the rump-roast of his offensive lineman, fumbled the ball and watched as it was recovered by the New England Patriots and run into the end-zone for a score. Sanchez and the Jets were thrashed that day but will forever be entrenched in Thanksgiving football lore by kicking their own rear-ends.

Call it what you will, but that’s the cream of the crop that the whack-a-doo, sports-related portion of my brain is thankful for.

There aren’t enough hours in the day to profess my gratefulness to all that are deserving, but that only serves as a reminder that giving thanks should be a year-round activity. All of that said; thanks for reading.

Have a wonderful Holiday.

Nic R. Krause was born a cranky, curmudgeon of a child in a Minnesota suburb. He was plucked from the muggy tundra and relocated to Colorado Springs 22 years ago. From intramural jai-alai, to his complicated relationship with the Minnesota Vikings, Nic, plainly stated, is bonkers for sports. Follow him on Twitter @NicRKrause.

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