ChevyVanMiller

True story: When I was a teenager my father took me to see the movie Sophie's Choice. We went a theater in Amherst and sitting in the row in front of us was Rick Azar. I was transfixed, as we always had Eyewitness News on at our home, and kept stealing glances at my daily link to the Bills and Sabres. As the movie came to a climax women in the audience were weeping loudly and the men were choking up. (If you've never seen it, don't seek it out. It is one of the most heart-wrenching movies ever made and I don't ever want to see it again.) The house lights came up and Rick stood up with tears in his eyes. Someone in his party said, "Well, what did you think?" Mr. Azar spoke for us all when he replied, "Heavy movie, man. Heavy movie." Happy Birthday, Rick!

Well played, Sir. Well played.

If any of those other bidders had won, the team would have been moved as soon as the lease could be broken. I know the Pegula's haven't had much on field (or ice) success as owners, but they should forever be immortalized for saving pro sports in Buffalo.

Come on, most Bills fans can't properly use Their, There and They're. For the lightly read: quix·ot·ic /kwikˈsädik/ adjective adjective: quixotic exceedingly idealistic; unrealistic and impractical. "a vast and perhaps quixotic project" synonyms: idealistic, unbusinesslike, romantic, extravagant, starry-eyed, visionary, utopian, perfectionist, unrealistic, unworldly;

(Shoot me, shoot me) Here come old flat topHe come groovin' up slowlyHe got joo joo eyeballsHe one holy rollerHe got hair down to his kneeGot to be a jokerHe just do what he please

One morning I woke up and I knew You were really gone A new day, a new way, and new eyes To see the dawn. Go your way, I'll go mine and Carry on

Garbage is an apt description of this draft. Phew...

There's hours of time on the telephone line talkin' bout things to come, Sweet dreams and flying machines in pieces on the ground now

I don't care how many letters they sent Morning came and morning went Pick up your money And pack up your tent You ain't goin' nowhere

And maybe Marlon BrandoWill be there by the fireWe'll sit and talk of HollywoodAnd the good things there for hireAnd the Astrodome and the first tepeeMarlon Brando, Pocahontas and meMarlon Brando, Pocahontas and mePocahontas.

Roasting Don Rickles. Starts off slow, then he really hits a groove.

On the sunday morning sidewalkWishing lord that I was stonedCause there's something in a sundayThat makes a body feel aloneAnd there's nothing short of dyingHalf as lonesome as the soundOn the sleeping city sidewalkSunday morning coming down

At least there is a happy ending.

Shout Shout Let it all out These are the things I can do without Come on I'm talking to you Come on

Hey, hey whoa oh oh oh oh, Hey Hey Keep away from Runaround Sue

I’ve been critical of Ice’s post here in the past. In my line of work I read people and my instincts are rarely wrong. Something about his persona doesn’t sit right with me. I don’t know if it’s because he might not be from Wisconsin at all ( he posted a lot about the Bills game at Green Bay last season until game week. Then, when guys that were making the road trip started reaching out to him, possibly looking to buy him a beer while they were in town, he went silent). I’ve also been told that he was on the old BBMB for years with the same schtick. It also appears that he is on many other team’s message boards under various Packer handles with the same, “By gosh by golly, just want to wish you fellas the best of luck” routine. He may just be the nicest football fan in America, but my spider sense says otherwise. Whatever his motives they just don’t ring true to me. With that said, it appears that he entertains the majority here and I can appreciate that my viewpoint is in the minority, so I will simply refrain from clicking on his posts and wish him and his Packers well.

So long honey babeWhere I'm bound, I can't tellGoodbye is too good a word, babeSo I just say fare thee wellI ain't sayin' you treated me unkindYou could have done better but I don't mindYou just kinda wasted my precious timeBut don't think twice, it's all right

To quote comedian Sebastian Maniscalco, "My father had a man cave, it was called the house."

Classy move by Stevie.

His stuff still rings true, brilliant performer.

She said she'd always been a dancerShe worked at fifteen clubs a dayAnd though she thought I knew the answerWell, I knew what I could not say

Yeah and the free karate demonstration, too. I was really slacking there.

You really can't make this stuff up. Screaming, Obscenities, Dogs, Jiffy Bake and Nudity. Wow.

Driving along you can see all the people Who seem to have nothing to say to each other Each day they grow farther and farther away from each other

In the still of the night Once again I hold you tight Tho' you're gone your love lives on when light beams And as long as my heart will beat Sweet lover, we'll always meet Here in my deep purple dreams