17 Thanksgiving.  Yea, I said it.  17 it.  Nothing but an Egg Bowl distraction as far as I'm concerned.  It gets in the way of what's really important to me and I ain't lying one 17ing bit either.  Glad I'm separated now living alone and no longer with Satan's Daughter.  I will drink and eat what the hell I want to today and will only be interrupted by calling my 81 year old Mom in Jacktown and not by others who don't give a damn about what I'm focused on.  Hail STATE!