The Real Buffalo Joe

The gypsy woman told my mother Before I was born I got a boy-child's comin' He's gonna be a son-of-a-gun He's gonna make pretty women's Jump and shout Then the world gonna know What this all about Don't you know I'm here Everybody knows I'm here Well, you know I'm the hoochie-coochie man Everybody knows I'm here

Bisons actually use this after Take Me Out to the Ballgame as well.

Nobody wants him They just turn their heads Nobody helps him Now he has his revenge Heavy boots of lead Fills his victims full of dread Running as fast as they can Iron man lives again

Well I don't know what I've been told You never slow down, you never grow old I'm tired of screwing up, I'm tired of goin' down I'm tired of myself, I'm tired of this town Oh my my, oh hell yes Honey put on that party dress Buy me a drink, sing me a song, Take me as I come 'cause I can't stay long Last dance with Mary Jane One more time to kill the pain I feel summer creepin' in and I'm Tired of this town again

Jim Norton did a spot-on impression of Don Rickles. I honestly thought it was CGI or something and didn't recognize him until the credits. It's already on Netflix.

Like most people here, I've been a Bills fan all my life. Was born in '90, and will be 30 this year. There's an odd part of me that's glad we lost those four back in the 90s. I remember the last two, a little bit, but was far from old enough to truly understand or appreciate it. My earliest memory of watching and truly understanding football was the Music City Travesty. Spent every Sunday with either my father, or my aunt watching the Bills. So I've been following them with actual football knowledge about as long as you have. Never thought about jumping ship. Always knew every bad season meant that the year we finally win it all it's gonna be that much sweeter. My great grandfather (who I never met) was a season from day one. All four of my grandparents were die hard fans. My mom never really caught the bug, but all of her brothers and sisters did. My father always tells me the story of his dad (Who I barely remember), who was usually a very mild mannered guy, throwing beer cans out the window after the big Miami win in the 70s. I have an uncle and a cousin who lived and died without a championship. My point being, It's not just for me. I want to experience what they never did. And hopefully I can experience it while my father is still alive. It's something that bonds generations together, even in the worst of times on the field.

Tell your mama, tell your pa I'm gonna ship you back to Arkansas Oh yes, you don't do right You don't do right Tell me what'd I say Tell me what'd I say right now Tell me what'd I say Tell me what'd I say Tell me what'd I say Tell me what'd I say

I'm free to do what I want any old time I'm free to do what I want any old time So love me, hold me, love me, hold me I'm free any old time to get what I want

Hear that lonesome whippoorwill He sounds too blue to fly The midnight train is whining low I'm so lonesome I could cry

Jager has played with exactly 37 other NHL teams since he left the penguins back in 1986.

IN B4 @DC Tom says all penguins are depraved.

He said he'd seen his lady being fooled with By another man She was down and he was up Had a gun in his hand Bullets started flying everywhere People start to scream Dead man lyin' on the ground With a hole in his body where his life had been But it was all in the name of liberty All in the name of liberty I got to be free Jailbreak!

Came in last night about a half past tenThat woman of mine she wouldn't let me inMove it on over (move it on over)Move it on over (move it on over)Move over little dog cause a big dog's movin in

I truly think we're going 2-1, and 3-0 isn't even a stretch for the rest of the season. So I'm not being a pessimist. But calling on the numbers guys to figure out what needs to happen, if, worst case scenario, we go 0-3 for the season, how do we still slip into the playoffs?

Of course there's some chips we want to fall our way as far as seeding and/or division, and I think we have a long shot of a 1st round bye. But as long as we win one more game, we're definitely a playoff team.

This is actually something I like about college. The NFL has multiple teams, and you're gonna play every team a minimum of ever four years. You can have other teams that you like, but it's hard to have multiple favorite teams. I have three favorite teams. In order, Houston Cougars, Notre Dame Fighting Irish, Buffalo Bulls. These teams rarely play each other. Last time it happened, from what I can find, was the 1979 Cotton Bowl between Houston and Notre Dame. Don't get me wrong, if any of them play each other again, I defintiely take sides, in the order I just listed them. Notre Dame is my top-tier team. The team that has a somewhat realistic chance to win it all every year. My great grandfather was a season ticket holder, and took the train from Buffalo to South Bend every home game. My grandfather introduced me to them, and is what sparked my interest in college football. My goal is to see them win the national championship. Houston is where I live now. They're mid tier. Because of their conference, they don't have a realistic shot at a national title. But they're good enough to hang with the big boys, and are usually at least in the conversation for a top 25 team. I have season tickets. While my grandfather and Notre Dame is what made me like college football, moving here and attending games, tailgating, etc, is what made me fall in love with college football. Truly nothing else like it. While I'd love for them to win a national championship, it's a long shot even in our best year, so I'm happy with them winning the conference, being ranked, and getting a good New Years Bowl. Buffalo - I don't follow them too closely, but my dad is a casual fan, and I'm from Buffalo of course, so I follow them. They have little to no chance at a national championship, but I'm happy for them to win the MAC, and play in a bowl game. Also enjoy(ed) watching their alum like Brandon Oliver and Khalil Mack playing in the NFL.

I'm walkin', yes indeed, and I'm talkin' 'bout you and me I'm hopin' that you'll come back to me (yes) I'm lonely as I can be, I'm waitin' for your company I'm hopin' that you'll come back to me What 'ya gonna do when the well runs dry? You're gonna run away and hide I'm gonna run right by your side, for you pretty baby I'll even die I'm walkin', yes indeed, I'm talkin' 'bout you and me I'm hopin' that you'll come back to me

Politicians hide themselves away They only started the war Why should they go out to fight? They leave that role for the poor, yeah Time will tell on their power minds, Making war just for fun Treating people just like pawns in chess, Wait 'till their judgement day comes, yeah

We flew into town on Sunday Had to find a place by Monday Tried Bridgeport and Westport 'Til we found a place that we thought would do 157 Riverside Avenue

Whoa, tie a yellow ribbon 'round the ole oak tree It's been three long years, do you still want me? If I don't see a ribbon round the ole oak tree I'll stay on the bus, forget about us, put the blame on me If I don't see a yellow ribbon 'round the ole oak tree

Yes. On paper, Auburn wouldn't stand much of a chance against Alabama. But when it comes to rivalry games in college sports, records are thrown out the window. There's an unexplainable phenomenon that happens. Houston's crosstown rival is rice. We're not in the same conference anymore, but play each other every year in other sports, and try to play every couple of years in football. Our team is lightyears ahead of Rice. We should beat them by at least 40 every time. But most years, they always show up, give us a game. We usually win, but rarely by the spread. Baseball our teams are almost always mismatched the past 6 years or so. Whenever we're good, they're having a down year, or vice versa. We always have a home/away/neutral site series that takes place throughout the year, and it's almost always 2 game to 1. I was at this game. Lol. It was fantastic.

They said, get back, honky cat Better get back to the woods Well, I quit those days and my redneck ways And, oh, the change is gonna do me good You better get back, honky cat Living in the city ain't where it's at It's like trying to find gold in a silver mine It's like trying to drink whiskey from a bottle of wine

Never do more than I, I really need My mind is racing, but my body's in the lead Tonight's the night, I'm gonna push it to the limit I live all of my years in a single minute Fill my eyes with that double vision No disguise for that double vision Ooh, when it gets through to me, it's always new to me My double vision always seems to get the best of me, the best of me, yeah-ah

They did. They played us again his year. I'm not saying it never happens. But it's very hard. We've been trying to get Texas to play us for years. Especially since that ass-hat Tom Herman left. Even offered to erase the money they owed us if they agreed to a home/home series.They're too scared to play us.

And I guess that's why they call it the blues Time on my hands could be time spent with you Laughing like children, living like lovers Rolling like thunder under the covers And I guess that's why they call it the blues (Side note. My local Bills Bar plays this after every loss and it fits the mood really well. Thankfully they haven't played it much this year.)