Since we moved to California, our whole family comes to my home for Thanksgiving.  There are 13 of us.  It is always an enjoyable, warm event.

Another event occurs on the same weekend.  My three children and I go out for lunch together.  They drive over from San Francisco and we go to a restaurant in Alameda.

This year I was notified that they were arriving at 11 am, and, in all likelihood, would want to watch the remainder of the Michigan-Ohio State football game.  The competition between these two universities has been intense for decades.  It is the basis for lots of stories that emerge when people from Ohio and Michigan meet.

And so, being the sacrificial mother that I am, (who cherishes her time with her offspring), I actually watched the game with them.

It was worth it.  Lunch did follow.