It’s here. One of the best – or, depending on your family, worst – days of the year. You’re going to be at that table again, cousin Ned grabbing your arm and bending your ear about his latest can’t-miss investment opportunity and how you’d be a fool not to get in now. Aunt Joanie will keep pressing you to try that mysterious side dish she brought because no one else seems to be brave enough to put something that looks like that in their mouth. And then later, your sister’s bratty little kids will be running around and screaming like stuck pigs when all you want to do is watch the football game while the digestion process starts and the food coma kicks in…
So the question is, given the fact that you’ll probably need a constant IV drip of beer, if not vodka, to get through the experience, will you be packing while you’re packing away the turkey, stuffing and cranberry glop? When your nephew Jimmy drafts you to play wide-out in the annual touch football game, will you be running post patterns with a Glock flopping around on your hip? Or are you willing to risk four plus hours of full-frontal familial contact without the ability to adequately defend yourself?