It’s an odd coincidence: last time my family had Thanksgiving in Connecticut, the Boston Red Sox had won the 2004 World Series, and my Uncle Bill was so excited that what started as a reverential Catholic prayer turned from religious to sportious as he praised the Red Sox.
Anyway, so the Red Sox won their second World Series in three years, and we’re having Thanksgiving in Connecticut again. As soon as Uncle Bill figures this pattern out, he’s going to insist on hosting it every year.