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If she planted the blood why would she have proceeded to clean it up?

I go there too. Its the best. I wonder if we've met.

Analizing, eh? Well, see ya later.

Those threads are great for board morale. They bring EVERYONE together. FireChan and BigCat, ShadyBillsFan and 26CBblitz, Gugny and NDBUFFCUSE, mrags and Spiller, WEO and Doc, Joesixpack and his 3rd wife, dog14787 and Alphadawg, ExiledInIllinois and Asian carp, DarthICE and everyone else at TBD, the most bitter of enemies will set aside their differences and join in the feeding frenzy!

That's just unsanitary.

What is this thread about?

A great story from Reddit which fits in well here: t's not uncommon as a teacher to have students who are a bit behind the curve in certain aspects, but 99.99999% of the time they are keen on something. They might not understand how to identify a noun or what theme is, but they somehow know how to make a mean plate of nachos. You learn pretty quick to not judge fish for their tree climbing ability, ya know? I thought this was the rule when I was teaching until I met Kevin. Kevin isn't his real name, but it doesn't matter because he can't spell it anyway. Kevin was a student of mine during my last year of teaching. He came to my classroom with very little to show for his academic past. He had moved a few times and thus was missing a lot of typical test scores that we use to try and ballpark their ability (Don't worry, it was a ballpark.....we didn't make major decisions until we actually had a chance to talk and work with a student for a bit.) I thought "That's fine. I'll just do some one-on-one with Kevin and see what's up" One on One with kevin was like conversing with someone who'd forgotten everything in a freak, if not impossible, amnesia incident. There was no evidence that he had learned anything past the 2nd grade....and now he was in 9th grade. Flabbergasted, I figured we needed to get more serious with this. If he was going to be in my class, I needed to know why and how. I decided to meet with him, his guidance counselor, his parents, and another teacher to see what was really going on. This is where it all became clear. It was by some incredible fluke that his family hadn't been wiped off the face of the Earth years ago. Odds are his entire heritage was based on blind luck and some type of sick divine intervention that saves his family every time a threat presents itself. Kevin was the genetic pinnacle of this null achievement. Even my instructional lead, a woman who could find a redeeming trait in a Balrog, failed to see any reason this kid or his family should be alive today. So here's a list of events that made it abundantly clear that god exists and he's laughing uncontrollably: Kevin frequently forgot when/where class was. On more than one occasion, I had to retrieve him from other classrooms. Kevin ate an entire 24 pack of crayons, puked, and then did it again the next day. This is 9th grade. I have no idea where he got crayons. Kevin's dad wrote tuition checks and mailed them to me...his English teacher. This was a public school. When I gave it back to Kevin, voided, to give to his dad with a brief note explaining that this is a public school, Kevin got in trouble for trying to spend it at 711 after school. Kevin was removed from the culinary arts program after leaving a cutting board on the gas stove and starting a fire....twice Kevin threw his lunch at the School Resource Officer and tried to run away. He ran into a door and insisted it wasn't him. Kevin stole my phone during class. I called it. It rang. He denied that it was ringing. (Not that it wasn't his, not that he did it.....no, he denied that the phone was actually ringing). He tried it three times before the end of the year. Kevin called the basketball coach a "Mother!@#$ing B word" during gym. Basketball tryouts were that afternoon. Kevin tried out. It didn't go well. Kevin's mom could never remember which school he went to. She missed several meetings because she drove to other schools (none of which he ever went to) Kevin tazed himself in the neck before a football game Kevin kept a bottle of orange koolaide in his backpack for about 4 months. He thought it would turn into alcohol. He drank it during homeroom and threw up. Kevin say the N-word a lot. Kevin was white. The highschool was 84% black. Kevin got beat up a lot. Kevin stole another student's Iphone....and tried to sell it back to them. Kevin didn't understand that his grade was dependent on tests, quizzes, homework, classwork, and participation. Kevin finished his first semester with a 3% average. He tried to bribe me with $11. Kevin spit on a girl and said "You should get out of those wet clothes". The girl was the Spanish Student Teacher. Kevin didn't know dogs and cats were different animals. Kevin tried to download porn onto a computer in the library.....at the circulation desk....while he was logged on. Kevin asked a girl to prom (he was in 9th grade and freshmen don't go to prom) by asking for her phone number and then texting her his address Kevin got gum in his hair, constantly. Kevin regularly tried to cheat on assignments by knocking the pile over, grabbing one before I had picked them all up, and then writing it name on it wherever there was room. Kevin had several allergies, but neither his parents nor he could remember what they were. They were very concerned that "the holiday party" (it's high school, we don't have those) would have peanuts. When they finally got a doctor's note....he was allergic to amoxicillin Kevin and his parents took a trip to Nassau (how the !@#$ did they even get airline tickets?) and forgot all their luggage at home. I didn't believe him when he told me until I talked to him mom, who told me 1st thing when I saw her at the bi-weekly meeting. Kevin's grandfather apparently died in a chainsaw accident. I can only assume God was looking the other way that day.

How did you do it then? Please walk us through the process from entering the bathroom until delivery of the payload in detail. I must know!

They do play in the crappiest stadium in the NFL and they do sell out many games. Stadiums, like all structures, have a useful life. At a certain point on the cost curve the upkeep of retrofitting and renovating an old stadium becomes less economically sound than a new build.

My number one priority for the new stadium is infrastructure and measures to prevent people from weaponizing their own feces.

How did you stuff the "envelope"? Did you reach under and catch the log then wrap or fish it out? And how did you make it back to your seat undetected? I'm guessing you didn't carry the "parcel" out of the bathroom in your hand. Did you stash it in a pocket? Lastly, how did you make the drop without anyone nearby noticing your devious plan?

You have to be an idiot to bet on a game where winning is the lowest of the coaches' priorities. Pre-season is all about evaluating individuals and getting your starters back up to game speed. Neither coach is trying to win.

Poor Brownies. Trade Coleman for a bag of magic beans and the guy who made him expendable immediately gets popped for possession and driving with a suspended license.

Whoa, an angsty middle class white guy with big time attitude and no discernible sense of humor?!?!? You're going to be a hit.

Eagles fans cheered when Michael Irvin was temporarily paralyzed on the field, broke the venerable Chief Zee's leg, and booed McNabb at the draft. Philly fans are just bad people.

I find it entertaining and more importantly, I see people outside the Buffalo market who eat up the Bills recap on Deadspin every Monday. These people are becoming well wishers and casual fans. The atmosphere is contagious. My colleagues here in Houston all went to schools with major college football programs. These LSU, A&M, Texas alums talk about wanting to see a game at New Era. If you've ever seen an LSU tailgate you'd see that's a big compliment. Tailgating was on its way out WAY before Bills mafia hit crashed through its first table.

Would you get it if it was?

That's a bizarre takeaway from the quoted post.

3 QBs means we can likely only carry one kicker and/or 2 full backs. It could really change the makeup of this team.

And because, well, he's white.

Most "Mexican" restaurants in the states are serving you poor versions of Tex Mex. I'll take real Mexican over Tex Mex all day. Unless you're in Texas the Tex Mex is highly likely to suck. I never understood the appeal of fajita until I moved to Houston and tried some of the original Tex Mex spots. I still prefer moles, cochinita pibil, ceviches, and street tacos but I see why queso, fajita, and gringo tacos are popular.

I thought molcajete was Spanish for mortar and pestle. Are you referring to something specific?

What you are describing is Tex Mex. You are unlikely to find sour cream and yellow cheese in Mexico.

Matthews did have solid seasons and was a decent WR. That said, he was on his way out in Philadelphia at the time we traded for him. He was a likely cut candidate going into camp as Agholor was coming on strong and looking ready to take JMatt's slot role. He was trending down before he arrived in Buffalo and continues his rapid decline now.

Are you kidding me? Cordarelle is competing for a roster spot. He's a career STs guy. Name any other team in the league where Hogan competes for #1. New England is a total anomaly. If Matthews is a #1 WR its only because your WRs are crap. JMatt The Durable is on his last legs due to injury and declining production. It was true last offseason and its true now.