With Turkey Day on the horizon, a lot of folks will be in the traveling mode.
As far as me and my wife, the kids and grands are coming over for the holiday.
We won’t be having a formal Thanksgiving dinner. We usually save that kind of affair for Christmas.
Well, there’s going to be a lot of eating going on and my offspring will be getting their full at their inlaws. We’re also having our annual family holiday get-together and there will be even more eating.
Over the past couple of years we just enjoy being together and having a regular meal at our house during this time.
One is homemade pizza, and the other is becoming fettacini alfredo along with some buttered French bread and a salad.
No, the kids don’t like salads but the adults do.
But on another note.
I don’t remember the details of many Thanksgiving days. It all runs together when traveling here and there, eating too much and wanting to get some rest.
But there’s one Turkey Day that stands out.
I can remember my wife and I in our seventh year of marriage back in 1974. For the midday meal we were invited to eat with friends of her parents in a town 30 or so miles away from her hometown.
The memory, unfortunately, has to do with a football game — one between the Dallas Cowboys and Washington Redskins, a traditional matchup on that particular day.
I liked the Cowboys back then (and since Dak Prescott is quarterback now and played at Mississippi State) l like them once again.
One name stands out, and I hear the Skins still get depressed when they speak his name.
And that name is Clint Longley.
He was a rookie quarterback, playing as a backup behind the famed Roger Staubach. I read where Roger the Dodger had a $200 bounty on him for that game. The Redskins figured if they took him out, they could easily handle a rookie.
Well, Staubauch went out, and with no one else on the sidelines to play quarterback, Longley was sent in.
In a back and forth second half, Longley managed to make history and the Cowboys won the game.
But, according to the story, he wasn’t long for the Cowboys because of not getting along with Stauback and reportedly hitting him in the face.
He went to several other teams and then to Canada and finally faded into the sunset.
But this time every year, Cowboy fans, and yes, even the Redskins, resurrect his name.
He’s gone, but apparently never forgotten.
Once again, Happy Thanksgiving!
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