Remembering Thanksgiving weekends of the past. Such as the Great Alaska Shootout Thanksgiving weekend of 1987.

Hey let's take a trip in our time machines, or actually Joe's book "The Rogue,"to remember a simpler time, a time of good basketball, good food, and good sex?

Courtesy of Deadspin:  

After her graduation, Sarah returned to Alaska and worked on the sports desk of Anchorage television station KTUU. On weekends, she'd sometimes appear on camera, delivering sports reports during the 10:00 PM newscast. 

Her attitude toward people of color was evolving. In Anchorage, she even dated black men. A friend says, "Sarah and her sisters had a fetish for black guys for a while." 

Each year, over Thanksgiving weekend, the University of Alaska hosted a basketball tournament called the Great Alaska Shootout, featuring some of the country's best teams. In 1987, one of the top squads to visit Anchorage was the University of Michigan, led by six-foot-eight junior Glen Rice, number 41. 

Rice would lead Michigan to the NCAA Championship in 1989, appearing on the cover of Sports Illustrated and setting a scoring record for the NCAA tournament that stands today. After graduating from Michigan as the school's all-time leading scorer, he starred in the NBA for fifteen years. 

Whether in her professional capacity as a sports reporter or simply as a basketball groupie who'd begun to find black men attractive, Sarah linked up with the Rice during the weekend tournament. One friend recalls, "They went out. I suspect it was more than that. I can't say I know they had sex, but I remember Sarah feeling pretty good that she'd been with a black basketball star." 

In one version of the story, Sarah's encounter with Rice took place in her sister Molly's dorm room at the University of Alaska Anchorage. "She hauled his ass down," a friend says, "but she freaked out afterward. Hysterical, crying, totally flipped out. The thing that people remember is her freak-out, how completely crazy she got: I fucked a black man! She was just horrified. She couldn't believe she'd done it." 

Glen Rice remembers the weekend quite differently. When I spoke to him by telephone in March 2011, he said, "I remember it as if it was yesterday. She was a sweetheart. I met her almost as soon as we got out there." 

Rice does not recall being in a university dorm room. "We hung out mostly at the hotel where the team was staying," he told me. "We just hit off. In a short time, we got to know a lot about one another. It was all done in a respectful way, nothing hurried." 

"So you never had the feeling she felt bad about having sex with a black guy?" I asked. 

"No, no, no, nothing like that," Rice said. "Even after I left Alaska, we talked a lot on the phone. I think right up until the time she got married. She was a gorgeous woman. Super nice. I was blown away by her. Afterward, she was a big crush that I had. I talked about her for a long time. Only good things. She was a well-rounded young lady. It's amazing the way that's stayed with me. I think the utmost of her and I felt that way from the start."

Well so much for the old adage, "Once you go black, you never go back."

However I wonder how many white women who had a fling with a black man then became an out right racist?

Was she simply angry that Rice was not as profoundly affected by their fling as she was, or was her racism already in place ("I fucked a black man!") and she was simply freaked out by the fact that she had slipped, and immediately ran back into the arms of the racially mixed, but totally passing for white, Todd Palin?

Whatever the case it seems that her love/hate relationship with African American men has endured to this day.

"Move Joe I just want to touch him." "No bitch back away before I call the Secret Service."

Happy Thanksgiving weekend Sarah! I know it will never compare to certain Thanksgiving weekends from the past, but hey how many times can a woman get her turkey stuffed by a 6 foot 8 basketball star anyway?