Off to the Mecca.
I'm off to New York City to watch Syracuse throttle Ohio State's latest incarnation of almost-student-athletes. Essays may appear over the Thanksgiving Holiday, but it is highly unlikely.
As always, I wish everyone an dangerously alcohol-fueled Thanksgiving. May your days be punctuated with drunken claims and relationship-crashing banter of self-proclaimed "wit." And, most of all, may you be blessed with the splendid glory of a cable system that does not carry ESPNU so as to not watch the culmination of Syracuse's vomit-inducing football campaign.