Thanksgiving's meant for watching football, rocking with family and eating yourself to near death.
Well, at least that's what I thought.
My Thanksgiving turned into the Courtney Love of emotions.
For the first time in my life, I worked on Thanksgiving. I also turned 23 on Thanksgiving, installed some sweet satellite radio on Thanksgiving, had a steak instead of turkey on Thanksgiving, had to listen to Bryant Gumbel do play-by-play during an NFL game on Thanksgiving, chalked up my first deer kill of my life on Thanksgiving and realized 911 isn't as reliable on Thanksgiving.
All of this in an 18-hour span.
It happened when I left Denver at 5 a.m. to come back to work Thursday. Since I just had some work done to the Subaru I was really letting her go on Interstate 70. She was purring along at about 85 mph right near the Genesee exit when Bambi jutted out in front of me. I slammed on the breaks and veered to the right. To no avail. The deer took a shot at 65 mph. Really, it had no shot.
Unfortunately, 'the artist formerly known as the muskrat,' - my 1992 Subaru Legacy - took the brunt of the punishment. (Everyone should have a name for his or her car. My old car was called the muskrat and when I got the Subaru, Prince was having issues with his name.)
I wasn't mad that I hit it. I wasn't mad that my drivers side door wouldn't open up. What was a little upsetting was when I pulled off and called 911. Eighteen minutes after the original call I was connected. Eighteen minutes? Yeah that's what I said.
The car still moved so I made my way to work. Got to the office at 9 a.m., wrote an article, then went home to sleep.
That night I met up with some people in Breckenridge to watch the Broncos game and have Thanksgiving dinner. I wanted the turkey dinner but they were all out. I begrudgingly settled for the steak. Then I had to listen to Bryant Gumbel do play-by-play. As part of the NFL Network's new coverage of games, Gumbel does the play-by-play. I like Gumbel on HBO's "Real Sports with Bryant Gumbel," but as a play-by-play guy he's horrible. He's like Michael Jordan playing baseball. It wasn't a good idea for Jordan, so Jordan went back and dominated the NBA. Gumbel should do the same. Go back to HBO and win more Emmy awards.
Eventually, the roller coaster day ended. I got home at 1 a.m. and tried to survey the day. It really wasn't possible.
I guess here's hoping Christmas turns into the Ben Stein of emotions.
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