Momma Pecoraro

The legend lives on from Fidel on down, of the great beach they call Miami.

Where have you gone Earl Campbell?

Rejoice, O young man, in your youth.

Cowardice!

Derrick Burroughs, white courtesy phone.

Pot is not yet legal in California. The baseline efficiency for the Bills passing offense is far below what is needed to contend in today's game. Wins are fun, but relying on large gains by a running qb and a basketful of turnovers every game results in a consistent run toward mediocrity. Trade every asset with large upcoming expectant cap hits for the future. Its the qb.

Trade him at peak value.

I summon the ghost of Timm Rosenbach.

What's Fuzzy Thurston up to these days?

No it wasn't. It was at midfield, the game was early and the Jets had another down to get to the sticks. Ridiculous.

You're worried about a possible 1st quarter field goal attempt enough to burn a challenge. Smart?

Speaking of awareness and judgement and asset management, why a coach's challenge on a 4 yard completion around midfield n the 1st quarter?

I heard that Sherman's are high tensile strength extensions that reduce real hair weight by a third (according to UA). "Great lookin' and keeps you bookin'" You do a great public service. Time well spent.

Anyone other than a link peddler? Doctors? Neuro-scientists?

Both Gilmore and Darby were abused last night and while they were often in stride with their man, they seemed to have trouble getting their heads around to sight the ball or to get airlift as the ball arrived. I haven't seen such acute flailing arm syndrome since Mickey Washington manned the island. Is it possible that the cascading lox of our Wailers disrupts the nano second response time needed to adjust to the ball?

How many blunts did Marcel and Seantrel share this evening?

Benoit balls.

Everyone has a plan until they're socked in the mouth.

Fun - Memories of Bruce inexplicably delaying knee surgery then missing or playing hobbled the whole 91 season.

They could always go ground and pound. Y'know like smashmouth.

One game and the song remains the same.

Rex is a boisterous Dick Jauron with a lapband. His game plans are so bland even Seantrel can digest them without a toke.

I need a vinegar rinse after that one.

Bet you were an early subscriber to usa today.

I think it's evident why young nate was drawn to the allure of local sports talk radio and not the bar.