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EXACTLY!!!!!!!!!!

Miami Dolphins New England Patriots New York Jets Kansas City Chiefs Los Angeles Chargers Los Angeles Rams Seattle Seahawks Pittsburgh Steelers Away Arizona Cardinals Denver Broncos Miami Dolphins New England Patriots New York Jets San Francisco 49ers Tennessee Titans Las Vegas Raiders Five games for which we don't even know who the opposing QB is going to be yet. Add the uncertainty surrounding New England, Tennessee and the Raiders' QB situations - and, to me, it's pretty silly to say this schedule is either easy OR difficult. We don't know yet.

I'm with you 100% on this.

But the fact remains that at least 4x the people turned out for the Royals' parade. Not "as good or better."

I kiss my mom and dad on the cheek every time I see them. I see my brother and sister a few times/year. When I see them, I'll give my sis a hug and kiss her on the cheek; my bro and I just hug, but it's a couple seconds longer than a "bro hug." My son is not a kisser and barely a hugger. He's okay with a hug and a kiss on top of his head, but that's all. Nephews are the classic handshake/hug/two pats on the back. My niece, I'll give a quick hug to. Even when I was a teenager and my dad would drop me off somewhere, I'd give him a kiss before I got out of the car. Zero shame in that. Respect and love.

You want fries with that??

Baseball town.

Wrong thread!!!

I was made with a heart of stone To be broken With one hard blow I've seen the ocean Break on the shore Come together with no harm done... It ain't easy living... I want to be As deep As the ocean Mother ocean… I want to be As deep As the ocean Mother ocean

I'm disagreeing that he was productive, nor that he was more productive than his predecessors. And that's not what I questioned. Did the Tyrod Taylor-led productive and exciting offense score points when the Bills needed them most? That was my question. I don't care about excitement and productivity unless they are exciting and productive drives that win football games.

Productive, when? When we needed them to be productive?

No, no, no … you are all confused. Lamont Allen is Lavar Jackson's agent. Josh Allen's agent is Scott Boras and Tom Condon used to be married to Roseanne Barr.

Weird! That's his agent's name, too!

His two 1,000+ yard seasons to start his career in Buffalo told me he wanted to play. He didn't stop producing until they stopped giving him the ball. He only played in 4 games in his last Buffalo season and he averaged 4.4 yards/carry in those games before he was traded. I love me some Beast Mode!! But let's pretend that CJ Spiller and Fred Jackson were better than Lynch in his prime. (they weren't)

I love it when you get authoritative.

The homework my son had in 2nd and 3rd grade was ridiculous. Literally 2-3 hours/day. I spoke to multiple parents whose children would cry every night. Once I saw my son "hit the wall," I told him to stop and wrote a note on the homework for his teachers to read. His 4th grade teacher made it clear that it was important to her for "kids to be kids," (and she wasn't even a parent) and gave minimal homework. Her mantra was, "work hard in school, play hard at home." Grades 5-8, he had a couple teachers who still gave quite a bit, but most did not. Once he got to high school, the only homework he's had has been to study.

It would sound absolutely lovely if Dawson Knox could catch the ***** ball.

Are you implying that someone who works in industrial operations or maintenance is incapable of washing himself properly?

I dealt with this for an entire baseball season while SNY fought with Time Warner Cable. I ended up getting the MLB Radio subscription and listening to every Mets game (that wasn't either nationally televised or against the Yankees) on the radio that season.

Stud.

Wuss.

Pat Sr., only played with the Mets from 1999-2000 … after the roids and blow players were gone!

Why? Because his team plays in Kansas?

Tired punchline? Bronco antics? He brutally murdered two people, nearly severing the head of the mother of his children.

Ummmmm …. this is a scene from Dirty Dancing, you dummy.