*Giving Thanks* EXCERPT: This would be my first NFL experience, and I was moderately excited to do a thing I’d never done. But I’m not going to go into the details of how the Giants lost to the Redskins that day, or how institutional racism is so embedded in American culture that an official NFL team can still call themselves the “Redskins” with impunity (or could do so in 2017), or my discovery that an important component of spectator sports is shit-talking, or that most people really do seem to need booze in order to unbutton their inhibitions. I’m not going to speak more on any of those things because the most important event of the whole trip was what happened in the car on the way back from the game.