Biggest bar night in the ROC, Thanksgiving and popping my Buffalo Bills cherry.

The day is here, the streets of East and Alexander will be filled with people that don't go out a lot and people that don't live here anymore.

Some highlights from last year:
- lots of pictures being taken by me (a high % were self-portraits)
- Getting bright orange and red paint on my cream color shirt, not knowing how it happened
- walking from the corner of Park and Oxford to past Cobbs Hill (if you are from the ROC you will understand, if not, know it's a long walk at night while intoxicated)
- seeing Meghan Hagreen in a cowboy hat
- buying a bunch of jager bombs and then realizing that I handed one too many out and the thing I just chugged was the rest of my amber-colored beer. Luckily, my friend, Burnie Pie, returned the favor

After recovering from the night before, it's the Turkey Bowl on Thanksgiving day morning.

This year we'll have flags and the stakes are high. It's a bunch of guys my age vs. guys a year younger. We'll have speed, they got beef. I will lock people down regardless. Just throw it high, I'll come down with it.

The usual Thanksgiving day festivities will follow. Realizing that you are just now becoming hungover, fading in and out of consciousness the rest of the day, pecan pie, Madden and the turducken.

On Sunday I am going to my first ever Buffalo Bills game. I don't even know what to expect. The stories I've heard, christ, they can't all be true can they?? The people I'm going with are alledegly deep frying a turkey. And I'd wager a lot that it's not the only one going down like that. If I get outta Orchard Park without a public urination rap, public intoxication beef and all my teeth, I'll consider it a good trip.