Let us bow our heads and give thanks that . . .
The biggest-spending teams in Major League Baseball are not always the winningest teams.
You didn't turn in your Orioles season tickets last winter, when your buddy said, "That team isn't going anywhere."
Your conscience tells you to stay home with family on Thanksgiving night and not surrender to Walmart's 8 p.m. opening.
You're not the reporter for Baltimore's Fox station who was sent out to conduct man-on-the-street interviews about a ridiculous campaign to have Maryland secede from the union because of President Obama's re-election.
Being a caterer or florist, you supported the effort to make same-sex marriage legal — because it was the right thing to do, and because it's going to be good for business.
You're Morgan Cox and few people know that you play for the Baltimore Ravens. When you're a long snapper, it's best that way. It means you're not messin' up, which is the only time the TV announcers drop your name.
You passed on a blind date and the date turned out to be Anne Arundel County Executive John Leopold.
Be thankful that . . .
You're not a 50-something or 60-something lifer in a Maryland prison. No matter that you've been granted parole, the governor puts his political ambitions over your redemption and freedom.
You've gone another year without having to hire that Baltimore lawyer from those strange television commercials. It means you're not among "the urinated upon."
The Baltimore Sun can devote six months to researching how speed cameras work or don't work.
The civic spirit lives on, and many men and women still are willing to volunteer for everything from helping the homeless to augmenting the staffs at hospitals, schools and charities.
Be thankful . . .
For the excellent education you received — public, private, parochial — and the chance to attend a college or university, and the lifetime of fulfilling employment that grew from that.
That a majority of Marylanders saw the value of education for the Dream Act kids and voted for Question 4.