What am I thankful for?

I don't know man. All of it. Some of it. The good days. The lessons from the bad ones.

The fam. The fans. A good boss. Stein's offspring. The new digs. Last March and April and the other times dreams come true.

REO Speedwagon. Good point guards. Brent. Ray. Dan. Kevin.

The people who treat this mom and pop operation seriously but know that at the end of the day, it is what it is.

The student section, when it's rolling. Burritos and waffles and other food that isn't salad.

The Atlantic Sun Conference for taking You Know Who away from us forever after this season.

Jamar. Jeron. Jeril. Aaron. Hansen and his ridiculous bullshit. Kobe. Chance and Joe and all these cool new guys who are playing great with the old guys and having fun.

Chuck and Austin and all the other project guys who kept working at it.

Cold beer and hot wings. My smoking hot wife. The place in Carbondale that sold burritos as big as your head. A good, sturdy lawnmower.

Eddie Geis, too. I wish he'd gotten to see last spring and the new arena. Some people should live forever.

Role players, too. The dudes who have a job and do it. You know who you are, Glen.

And basketball. A stupid, wonderful, frustrating, glorious, crushing, fantastic game.

Happy Thanksgiving.