If you’re getting jealous of how handsome Ryan Arcidiacono is (I’m not), just remember that he’s probably having a seriously underwhelming Thanksgiving right now. There are two ways that this could be happening.
Way one: he’s sitting by himself in his swank Chicago townhouse eating a Stouffer’s turkey frozen dinner and drinking cheep bear, staring at the TV which is showing NFL games but not really watching, instead thinking about momma’s mashed potatoes and gramgram’s famous stuffing.
Way two: he’s enjoying momma’s mashed potatoes and gramgram’s famous stuffing but gramgram is losing her memory, momma is crying because she burned the turkey, his racist uncle is telling him that all his Bulls’ teammates hate him for being white, there’s kids running around screaming, there’s a new visiting dog who is harrassing the old dog, and all the barking combined with the screaming and crying is thankfully drowning out his uncle’s racist tirades.