My husband — the Commish — started an annual tradition after we moved out to the country. Every year, he heads up a football tournament on the weekend after Thanksgiving.
It’s called The Turkey Bowl.
He hosts 10 teams, divided up into two main brackets: The Gold Division and The Top Gun Division.
The tournament support team is busy in the kitchen, where the oven is bursting with muffins, cookies and hot sandwiches.
When the first vehicle turns into our long driveway, someone gives a shout.
The young, the old, the underdogs and the superstars arrive around 9:00 a.m. through sleet, snow or sunshine.
Clad in tights-under-shorts, the brave warriors place their snack offerings in the spacious garage and head out to the field.
The Commmish has it all planned as written on the huge white board.
At 11:30 they break and The Commish will give his annual speech and designate someone to give a blessing on the tournament.
Turkey Bowl XVIII has begun.
(c) Lisa M. Luciano
Word Prompt of the Day: underdog