If the lion sleeps tonight, it’s probably because he ate too much tryptophan.Et cetera, ad nauseum. Somehow it's always about Massachusetts, but you knew that already.
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But football owns Thanksgiving — especially in Massachusetts, where just about every high school plays its final regular-season game this morning.
The first Thanksgiving was in 1621 at Plymouth Plantation, just a few miles from where Plymouth North (3-6) will play Plymouth South (7-3) at 10 a.m.
You also knew Monday's column was written not to disprove the notion that Shank's a lazy columnist. He is; that was his first column in eleven days. It was written for one purpose only - to leverage Gronkowski's forearm break in order to take shots at Bill Belichick, and nothing else. Mike's post below amply demonstrates this. Today's column is an annual, disingenuous staple written in order to lull the reader into believing there's a compassionate side to Dan Shaughnessy. Poppycock.
Tomorrow's column, or non-column, will prove the theorem; if the Patriots win, no column will be written unless something happens in that game that allows Shank to take one or more shots at Belichick and / or owner Robert Kraft. If the Patriots lose, all fucking hell will break loose.
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Shank could make comparisons of John Henry and Woody Johnson - they look alike (and even sound slightly alike) and both own teams that have become laughingstocks (though the NY Jets cornered that market decades ago).
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