Endzone Animal

Wow, that was great to see. I was at the game, too, and it was probably the greatest sports moment of my entire life. The stadium was just rockin beyond belief, and when we won I had tears of joy. My, how low we've fallen...Dolphin games played in a silent dome in Toronto... BTW, I loved the "Talkin Proud" era...we should bring that song back again. Keep the "Shout" for our scores, and play the "Talkin Proud" tune during select times to get the crowd going...it would be awesome.

Living in South Florida, I can't tell you how many Dolphin fans think that they can identify with our plight. They get 2 or 3 bad years of football and they assume we're somehow all the same, but that insults and trivializes the depth of our plight, of our curse, of our unique and eternal misery. They know nothing of our woe.

Looks like he shot her in the face, not the chest.

At the old Rockpile the bums would get pelted with beer bottles. This is nothing new, and the way they've been sh-tting on the fans, they should feel fortunate the cups weren't filled with urine.

That's where I'm at, too. I need some time to work this out...the thought of forgetting everything and blindly cheering doesn't sit with me very well.

That's the last thing I needed to see after the painful debacle in Toronto yesterday. I'm disgusted. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- UPDATE: (WGR 550) -- "We are not in negotiations to sell the team and as we have stated in the past, we will never entertain discussions to move the team out of Buffalo, NY." Those are the words of Sabres managing partner Larry Quinn's press release, which is in response to a Jim Kelley article in Western New York Hockey Magazine that there's a mystery man interested in buying the Buffalo Sabres.

I know the superfans who see and hear no evil will be out in force to tell me I should go to hell, but too bad. I have been slimed. Watching that greasy, sleazy display was even worse than I thought it would be, and not only because the football was terrible. The end of the innocence, or at least the illusion of innocence, has come. It was more like a crime scene than a football game to me. My heart and soul was violated, my childhood connection to my adult life was ripped away and stolen by Ralph Wilson and his cool $78 million. In an odd way, I actually found myself rooting for the Bills to lose. I hated the whole imagery, the scene, and the creepy feeling of it, and wanted them to suffer like I was suffering. It's like rooting for the guy who stole your family heirloom to get his come-up-ins in some small way. Yes, I noticed Dead Dick Jauron and the hapless effort of his miserable players, but most telling, I saw a sad event in that dead zone of a dome housing my Bills, in another country, a rival city even, filled with maybe 70% Dolphins fans, being masqueraded as a real home game and expecting me not to notice the difference, while the man behind the curtain both literally and figuratively laughs all the way to the bank while trampling my heart. Am I naiive to have even held onto my childhood delight in rooting for an NFL franchise to begin with? Should I have accepted it as just a business and moved on a long time ago? Well, it seems until now the cold business side was always a challenge that I struggled with being a fan, but never successfully squashed my pure rooting heart until yesterday. The line was crossed, and now I feel despondent, confused and lost inside. I don't know what tomorrow will bring, but I seriously doubt that I will be the same fan moving forward that I was before seeing and suffering through that dismal ruse.

Next OJ book: "If I got ass-banged in prison, this is how they did it."

Could be worse...we may be giving away a lot more than one game soon. At some point we could very well be the beggars hoping for a single game in Buffalo while Toronto hosts 7.

I may not be smart, but I'm fat, balding and I drink a lot.

You like those earthy, peaty scotches, I see. I enjoy them, too, but usually I prefer smoother varietals like Cragganmore and Bowmore.

Jacobs is now saying that he and the President asked Tuberville to stay on multiple times, but he just wanted out. Link.

Nothing wrong with adding a few cubes to open bar scotch...we're not talking 30 year vintages. For the lower priced 12yo singles like Livet and Fiddich it's just fine to order it with a couple cubes to give it a smoother drinkability.

It certainly contributed...had he won that game they probably would have forgiven his losing to Alabama for the first time. Nobody knows for sure, but it's reasonable to believe that if they had beat Ole Miss he'd still be coach at Auburn today.

27 of 33...81.81%

Tuberville getting pounded by Ole Miss, the team he shamelessly abandoned to take the Auburn job, was a case of the "comes around" meeting the "goes around". It's likely that loss is what ultimately cost him his job at Auburn.

"Civil LIBERY literacy test"? Ouch...that's pretty funny.

Maybe Marshawn was feeling nauseous again. Poor fella...maybe a nice night of running over some chicks on Chippawa, replete with smuggled Hennessy and a car full of his peeps, would make his tummy feel better.

Losman or Edwards? That's like the great QB contoversy of Kofler/Dufek.

Stuart Smalley, is that you?

Trent is only holding the fort until we bring in Kevin Craft.

Edwards, Losman, Johnson...who really cares which California bust gets the start. They all suck. I say we dress Van Pelt.

ZZZZZZZZ...he can't hold Russert's deceased jock.

Goodbye Dick Jauron, hello Dom Capers...Meet the new boss, same as the old boss.