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It wouldn't do you any good anyway.

One person's "meddling" is another person's mentoring. Making sure his coordinators are doing their jobs well is part of the HC's job description. I doubt that McD was designing or calling offensive plays for Daboll, but he may very well have said, "A little more of this, a little less of that," and would have been within his rights as HC to do so. And he could be doing even more of it with Dorsey, a first-year coordinator. If he isn't, then he should be.

I'm happy to have made my contribution to the effort.

I wake up on my stomach With my face between my hands And crawl along the floor Towards the doorway

Another Saturday night and I ain't got nobody I got some money 'cause I just got paid

Yeah, but the playbook is two years old.

Woke up this morning, I was feeling quite weird Had flies in my beard, my toothpaste was smeared Over my window, they'd written my name Said, "So long, we'll see you again"

And Hyde was a backup in Green Bay before we signed him.

When I first met you, didn't realize I can't forget you or your surprise You introduced me to my mind And left me wanting you and your kind

If you can't copy the Chiefs, acquire their players.

Smokescreen. He obviously wants out. 😉

He said, "Whoa, no. William and Mary won't do, now." Well, I did not think the Gug could be so cruel. (Apologies to Fagen and Becker.)

Too bad you're not a dental floss tycoon.

You shout in your sleep Perhaps the price is just too steep Is your conscience at rest If once put to the test

YOLO is testing free agency. I hope he re-signs with TBD. If not, maybe they can slap the franchise tag on him.

So I don't feel alone or the weight of the stone Now that I've found somewhere safe to bury my bone And any fool knows a dog needs a home A shelter from pigs on the wing

Per Bills FB page:

She said, "My breasts, they will always be open. Baby, you can rest your weary head right on me."

You're a butterfly And butterflies are free to fly Fly away High away Bye bye

When I went away to college, someone gave me "The Starving Student's Cookbook." It had some simple recipes, but more importantly, it taught me this philosophy of cooking, which I still do nearly 40 years later: just improvise. Recipes are just guidelines; adjust them according to your taste and what you have available. My wife and I both cook using this philosophy. We just keep a variety of meat, veggies, and starches on hand. We have a full spice rack, but I'd say we use fewer than ten of them on a regular basis. Every day we figure out what to have for dinner and one of us slaps it together in an hour or less. It always turns out good. I'm always amazed at people who say they can't cook. It ain't rocket surgery. Men's Health magazine used to have a monthly column with that name. I wonder if they put together a couple of years' worth of recipes and published it as a book.

Mother, do think she's good enough for me Mother, do think she's dangerous to me Mother, will she tear your little boy apart Oooh aah Mother, will she break my heart

Because of that, the London team will get a compensatory draft pick.

Pretty spot on, except for the phone booth part. That's strange, because they correctly predicted sending a fax from the beach using a tablet.