Every Thanksgiving, aside from the food and the family, my one favorite sports tradition is watching the Cowboys play football with my dad. I've been watching the games with him for as long as I can remember. It has become like a tradition to us like eating turkey is tradition to Thanksgiving itself. It gives my dad and I something to bond over. Considering he's the reason why I like the Cowboys, it only makes sense that we watch the games.
On other Thanksgiving occasions, the Cowboys have done fairly well and won. However, this Thanksgiving was just like any other game out of the season. I wasn't really surprised that they lost but it was an interesting game. For the most part, we were losing and in the beginning it was a massacre. Then by some miracle, they made an amazing comeback. I wasn't too upset about the loss because of the comeback. I did feel a little slow that I didn't realize until way later in the game that it was a game of Cowboys versus Indians. When I declared that realization to my dad he just sarcastically said, "you just realized that?" and all I could think was "ouch that hurt my feelings." However, all in all, it was a great game and I'm glad I got to watch it with my dad, just like old times.
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