Tact: noun. a keen sense of what to say or do to avoid giving offense; skill in dealing with difficult or delicate situations.
After attending the second of two Thankgsivings, I must say, Brentzels don’t have tact. The Combs clan doesn’t either.
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Scorecard
Atmosphere: The Combs homestead (now Janie’s house) versus Papaw Brentzel’s ranch-on-a-basement. Includes creek and hide-and-go-seek.
Advantage: Combs
Attendance: The Combs’s were missing a whole family, while the Brentzels were only missing one cousin (Alan).
Advantage: Brentzel
Best after-dinner, catty comment: Combs. Hands down.
Best nugget of wisdom:
- “Hell, Harold, don’t pay any attention. They can hear a gnat fart from 5 blocks away.”
- “You know how often I change the oil in my race engine? After EVERY race…Yep…used that special 50-weight stuff…” “Well now, I wuz turning 4600 rpm down the back straight, and if I have my math right, using an overall tire diameter of _____ found by using PI times D, multiplied by an overall gear ratio of…”
Advantage: Brentzel.
Distance: Combs, in a come-from-behind surprise. I didn’t really enjoy driving through Frankfort, through a mountain, Frankfort again, and US 60 for TWO HOURS to get to da Ville. Blasted traffic.
Food: Nanner Puddin’ versus Pumpkin Cheesecake. No contest – BRENTZEL!
Quickest Exit after meal:
- Vickie and Dani: 30 minutes
- Travis and Cora: 25 minutes
Advantage: Combs
Strangest Occurrence:
- “Mom, one of the boys punched me on the trampoline, and the other one pushed me off the trampoline.”
- Bark Bark. “No, you stop it!”.
Advantage: Combs
in a 5-3 defeat, it’s the Combs Thanksgiving winning this year.