Freedom From Want

Some Brown family members are getting hungry for a DelFL Championship.

Norman Rockwell's Freedom of Want illustrates a holiday feast where the stress of everyday life dissipates for a few hours under the aegis of family. One can imagine a similar meal taking place in Sarasota this week, albeit without the absence of stress, a lot more swearing, hostile wives and probably a broken iPad.

Knife in one hand, iPad & fantasy cast set strategically in his periphery; Jeff hopes that his team will be carving a certain Seal as well as a turkey. Jeff's iPad has never been in a more precarious position than in that kitchen on Thursday. Slicing some carrots, 'Did Megatron catch that pass? He didn't make a football move! Bullshit!' Adding a pinch of salt, 'Did Richard Rodgers stay in bounds? God Damnit! He had two feet in!' Basting the turkey, 'Why can't the Cowboys score on the Panthers? Tony Romo, you bum!' Adding some garnish, 'Get Cutler! Get him! You Fucker!'

You will never have the freedom from wanting to beat your father/son/brother/cousin/uncle/nephew in fantasy football. You can have the freedom from wanting a Brown Jacket. All it takes is a few wins in December. If you get past your family first.

Happy Thanksgiving.