Today is "Black Friday," and while all you maniacs go shopping and drive like escaped convicts, your host hides in his hovel, venturing out only to retrieve his wife from the belly of the beast in 2.5 hours.
Meanwhile, the football team of my alma mater seeks its 10th straight win to remain unbeaten in its conference and achieve an 11-1 record overall. This sort of feat was never even a consideration in my day, as snide jokes were more common than wins. A telling fact is the best NFL player from my school didn't play football, but starred in basketball.
Also on the agenda today is some banjo playing.
I hope all you American readers had a fine Thanksgiving. While most of you recover from an overdose of tryptophan, the rest are making plans for Happy Hour.
Have a finely brewed weekend, teammates! Run well and drink well. Cheers!