- The Washington Times - Wednesday, November 21, 2012


In our family, pulling the Thanksgiving Day schedule together is tough.

Like most of you, we have to consider out-of-town arrivals, make last-minute meal changes and plan around football, figuring in who will be attending the D.C. Turkey Bowl. Oh, and we also have to remind family and guests that my middle daughter, Raneka, is going to be late.

This Thanksgiving comes with a new twist: No Dallas fans allowed.

Now I have nothing against Dallas. In fact, I became an admirer of its NBA franchise, the Mavericks, because of the ball-handling skills of past and current players such as Dirk Nowitzki, Steve Nash and Jason Kidd. And how could you not like their No. 1 cheerleader, owner Mark Cuban?

But to me, it’s unfathomable to think anyone who resides between Richmond and Baltimore could reject the Redskins nation in favor of the Cowboys.

I am not totally inhospitable to Cowboys fans. My youngest daughter, Andrea, even used to date one. (Thank the heavens that didn’t last long.)

Here’s the thing, though: Some rivalries are natural.

The Washington Times and The Washington Post.

Liberals and conservatives.

Sisters and brothers.

God and You-Know-Who.

Jupiter and Pluto (siblings as they were).

Ford and Chevy (I’m a Mustang girl and former Corvair owner).

Betty and Veronica (thanks to Archie).

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