It wasn’t until the final fifteen minutes of The Turkey Bowl that I realized I’d been duped.
Eager to dive into the film as part of my Thanksgiving festivities, I started watching a story about a group of L.A. hipsters playing football. But as the movie unfolded, something felt off—where was the celebrated Barry Switzer cameo I’d heard so much about? With the credits almost rolling, it finally hit me: I was watching the wrong Turkey Bowl.
As it turns out, there’s another Turkey Bowl that is, for all intents and purposes, officially terrible.