Outside of the food and football, Thanksgiving is one of those holidays where you can actually take a step back, put your life into perspective, and consider how fortunate you are.
Let me pause for a second and just say that if I was a REALLY good writer, I could make some wonderfully enormous sweeping generalization about giving thanks that would have people nodding and readers sitting in front of their laptops with tears in their eyes. But I’m not that guy. So I can only speak on behalf of…well, me.
I’m thankful for a lot of things.
I’m thankful for my friends and family, the people who love me, the people I love, and my dog, Dug, who licks my face and jumps on me no matter what.
I’m thankful for a steady career, for my health, for what little athleticism I still have left to play ball. For regular meals, a gym membership (to atone for the regular meals), a warm bed, a place to call home, and a car that will take me from Bellevue to Olympia and back in the midst of Storm Watch 2010 (I defied nature and the TV news media on Tuesday).
I’m thankful for basketball shorts, sweat pants, and white t-shirts. Comfortable apparel is absolutely essential.
For cheesy pop music, Saved By The Bell, romantic comedies, and all the other guilty pleasures I would have if I felt any remorse over such things (I don’t).
For movie popcorn, ’90s R&B, the Athletic Supporters, my brothers in the infamous Pearce Fantasy League, the University of Washington, and all my sports teams that I happen to be a fan of.
And amongst many, many, many other things, I’m exceptionally thankful for this website and all my readers. The fact is, there will always be better writers out there. There will always be better stories, better material, better domain names, better layouts, better everything. But there will never be anyone who is more grateful than me. More grateful for the people who read the articles on these pages, who inspire and encourage me, who absolutely and undeniably support me every single day of my life.
Honestly, I never truly have a rough day with all the good people in my life who give me the strength to get out of bed each morning and do what I love. Writing is what makes me feel good. Just knowing that other people extract some joy from that is humbling, gratifying, stunning, amazing, and I couldn’t be more happy about that. So thank you, because it means a lot. I’ve been doing it for over two years now, and I’ll never get used to it. I promise you that. I won’t ever get used to smiling when people recognize me as “the dude who does Seattle Sportsnet,” won’t get used to my buddies shouting out “This is THE Seattle Sportsnet!” when I walk into a room, won’t get used to all the fun I have interacting with people who want to be a part of this, to be a part of my life. I really, really, really enjoy it. You have no idea. Being almost-famous is crazy and awesome and yes, very entertaining if nothing else.
You guys mean the world to me. Thank you for being here, for taking the time to read, for giving me the best audience ever.
Have a happy and safe Thanksgiving!