I hate Foxborough! There aren't even any foxes! Just cold and wind and mean people. It's so hard to throw the ball when it's windy. I don't get it. Why don't they build a dome so it's easier to do things?
After writing to you, diary, I'm going to write a letter to the owner of the Broncos, asking for a roof on our stadium. And also to pressurize it like an airplane so there's exactly as much air as there was back in Indiana. In fact, I texted Coach Tony this morning, and he got a bunch of people in Indiana to go out with jars today and collect Indiana air. Then we can use that in the Mile High Dome. I hope they only get air from indoors, though.
Indiana gets cold too and they built a dome. I still don't get it.
Diary, give me a few minutes while I shake my head and smirk with frustration.
Okay I'm back. My cheeks hurt.
Anyway, Coach Tony called me the other day to make sure I was okay. I was okay once I heard his voice. Coach Tony told me that with Thanksgiving around the corner, instead of focusing on the loss to the Patriots, I should focus on what I'm thankful for. So I made a list.
This Thanksgiving I am thankful for:
Balloons, both the animal kind and the non-animal kind.
My family, especially Papa Bear who doesn't allow jewelry at the table so Eli can't ask me to pass the gravy and bang his rings on the table if I don't do it right away
Gravy... again, lol
Pizza, especially from Papa John's
Lucrative endorsement deals
That Bill Belichick isn't my coach. I know if I don't have anything nice to say I shouldn't say anything at all. But he just looks mean.
The Thanksgiving parade
My pals Eric and Wes
Pumpkin pie (I'm hungry, lol)
The circus (but not clowns)
And last but not leas... you, Diary, I'm thankful for you. You're always there for me. You're like a dome for my heart.
Happy Turkey Day, Diary!