Good morning! I hope everyone had a good Thanksgiving and is in their food coma. Like every year, I bought a 15 lb smoked Turkey from a local BBQ joint here in town for a buddy and myself, made four dishes and induced my phone coma.
But as I eat it, the lingering game on Sunday is making itself more inevitable. It’s time to watch the San Francisco 49ers try to play football again. It’s so bizarre how in two years my manic, riot-like screaming on gamedays has been shrunk to merely glancing on and off the screen while I do laundry and prepare my lunches for the rest of the week. This Sunday, the 49ers have the Miami Dolphins, in a game that has no implications for the 49ers other than draft…
