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A poor girl wants to marry And a rich girl wants to flirt A rich man goes to college And a poor man goes to work

There once was a New England team Who owned the division, it seemed Then along came a Josh Who put the kibosh On the once entitled regime.

Other than sandlot football at the neighborhood park, I played OT for my grade school team (St. James Hornets), and in junior high I played DT in Midget Football (East Side Eagles). I never coached, but I did play FF for two years in the early 90s and one year I actually did come in second place. 🙂

The Jags are a competent offense and most of the game was played without Milano, Jones, and White. The defense played well enough to win that game.

Lady of the night Won't you steal away with me? The money's lying on the floor She looks at me, shakes her head, and sighs Out of time, out the door Red light shining in my eyes

They owe each other something. Daboll designed an offense that played to Allen's strengths while giving him time to work on his weaknesses. Allen probably knows that if he'd gone to the Browns or Jets, he wouldn't be the superstar that he is today. Allen's success, in return, gave Daboll a reputation as a QB whisperer, which scored him the HC gig. If I were either of them, I'd give the other an enthusiastic post-game hug. And while I'm sure Dabs would love to have Josh as his QB (I mean, who wouldn't?), that doesn't necessarily mean that Josh wants to jump ship. If he ever showed a desire to leave, I'd take him over to Oishei and point out the Patricia Allen Memorial Wing, compliments of Bills fans.

Busted flat in Baton Rouge, waitin' for a train When I's feelin' near as faded as my jeans

Fournette's penalty ended up winning that game for us.

I'm a big fan of The Who and Tommy is one of my favorite albums, but that movie was really bad. It had a couple of good scenes, like Elton John doing Pinball Wizard, Tina Turner singing the Acid Queen, and a scantily-clad Ann-Margret in a tub full of baked beans, but outside of that, it was unwatchable. I thought the Broadway musical was good, though.

Daboll: "You guys in the market for an OC? I might be looking for a gig after this season."

An ugly win is still a win. I'll take it.

For our pre-game dinner, I took some giant chicken breasts, cut them into little pieces, coated them in Frank's, and grilled them. I also grilled some potatoes and added a salad with Blue Cheese dressing. After the first-half shutout, I almost changed out of my Bills t-shirt at halftime, but I decided to Billieve that they'd come through in the end. The chicken came out a little dry - not quite as juicy as I'd hoped, and the Bills offense seemed to follow suit. The side dishes, like the Bills defense, helped to compensate. Ultimately, the Frank's provided just enough flavor, and the offense delivered just enough points, so that the meal, and the victory, tasted good.

"I'm gonna make your defense look good tonight, Dabs." "Thanks, Josh. I'm on the hot seat right now."

She's a roller (roller) A high roller baby, yeah

Watch the afternoon games, such as they are.

Play the tape machine Make the toast and tea When I'm mobile Well, I can lay in bed with only highway ahead When I'm mobile Keep me moving

My Dad served aboard the USS Robert E. Peary (a destroyer escort) during WWII. Destroyer escorts were smaller and more agile than destroyers. They were also less expensive and faster to produce, so the Navy cranked out a bunch of them during the war. The Peary spent most of its tour in the Atlantic, escorting convoys of supply ships from the US to Europe and Africa. When the war ended in Europe, they were called back to port (NYC) to refurbish the ship so they could be redeployed to the Pacific. Dad had shore leave, took a train back to his hometown, married his high school sweetheart (my future Mom), returned to port, and shipped out. Before they reached the Panama Canal, Japan surrendered, so they headed back home. Shortly thereafter, Dad received his Honorable Discharge. Here's the USS Robert E. Peary around 1943:

No. $600 for the Bills.

Could it be, that you and me Would be like penguins jumpin' to see if the water's still cold But I know That the water Is *****in' cold

I thought "no butt stuff" meant "anything except rump roast."

Probably because you're comparing him to Tyrod.

We'll go walking out While others shout of war's disaster Oh, we won't give in Let's go living in the past

Circa 1976, our cable company introduced HBO by giving us a free month of the premium channel. When my parents were out, I watched Serpico. I was around 12-13 at the time. The first one I watched at the movies was a drive-in double feature of Slapshot and Animal House. (My older brother took me.) I was sixteen.