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We had an early Thanksgiving this weekend, with the whole family together. Nice. Everything went off without a hitch, which was kind of surprising given the number of babies in the house. We slept as a family of four in one room, and it was actually kind of fun. It was one of those humbling experiences when you realize that you can get by with less than you have.

There was a sour moment on Sunday, when we took some cousins out to Conneaut Hill for some tackle football. A few plays into the first game, my brother Tim caught a pass (on a nice out-route) and met my cousin near the end zone. My cousin made a nice open-field tackle on Tim, but unfortunately Tim landed with his full body weight on his shoulder. Pop goes the collarbone. Tim heard it, my tackling cousin heard it, my cousin on the sideline heard it. Yeouch. A trip to the Wood Co. ER ensued, and Tim is all wrapped up in a sling and brace with a "nice" break.

We successfully fulfilled the stereotype of grown men playing football and someone getting hurt. We weren't playing very rough, and the field was actually pretty soft, but there you go.

Maybe we should stop the family football? Two years ago I sprained my brother-in-law's foot when I landed on it after jumping for a pass. Last year, a different brother-in-law tore his ACL when we were running and throwing the football on our way down to the Horseshoe after OSU's big win over Michigan. Yikes. But its so fun, I don't know if we could not play!