Albany,n.y.

Considering we just gave $12 million/year to an average at best WR, they better be willing to pay him.

I agree, but sometimes if I was going from one place to another that were a minute or 2 apart, I just left the mask on.

I remember not wanting to go out to watch Bills games in a public place. I was able to find a few bootleg sites to watch the games at home on the computer. I think the NFL was a little more lenient letting those sites operate that year because a year later they were all shut down.

I'll only give them a gift if they invite me to the wedding. Therefore, I won't be participating in this gift.

I would have traded Elam to SF, but now it's too late.

Ban them from the playoffs like the NCAA does to teams.

I guess that means that we weren't planning on picking up his 5th year option. 😄

On the Bills the prerequisite for backup QB is he has to be a friend of Josh.

For some reason, QB 5th round picks have done virtually nothing since Mark Brunell was drafted 31 years ago. Any QB pick would either have to be a 3rd stringer or be exposed to waivers in order to be on the practice squad. Beane & McDermott would never go into a season with a rookie 2nd stringer. They obviously believe that the 2nd stringer has to be a cheap veteran with NFL starting experience. Now they might be open to a PS guy developing, but they know he could be poached at any time if he shows anything, or they would have a wasted spot on the roster when every spot is important to a Super Bowl contender.

The Barefoot Boy By John Greenleaf Whittier Blessings on thee, little man, Barefoot boy, with cheek of tan! With thy turned-up pantaloons, And thy merry whistled tunes; With thy red lip, redder still Kissed by strawberries on the hill; With the sunshine on thy face, Through thy torn brim’s jaunty grace; From my heart I give thee joy,— I was once a barefoot boy! Prince thou art,—the grown-up man Only is republican. Let the million-dollared ride! Barefoot, trudging at his side, Thou hast more than he can buy In the reach of ear and eye,— Outward sunshine, inward joy: Blessings on thee, barefoot boy! Oh for boyhood’s painless play, Sleep that wakes in laughing day, Health that mocks the doctor’s rules, Knowledge never learned of schools, Of the wild bee’s morning chase, Of the wild-flower’s time and place, Flight of fowl and habitude Of the tenants of the wood; How the tortoise bears his shell, How the woodchuck digs his cell, And the ground-mole sinks his well; How the robin feeds her young, How the oriole’s nest is hung; Where the whitest lilies blow, Where the freshest berries grow, Where the ground-nut trails its vine, Where the wood-grape’s clusters shine; Of the black wasp’s cunning way, Mason of his walls of clay, And the architectural plans Of gray hornet artisans! For, eschewing books and tasks, Nature answers all he asks; Hand in hand with her he walks, Face to face with her he talks, Part and parcel of her joy,— Blessings on the barefoot boy! Oh for boyhood’s time of June, Crowding years in one brief moon, When all things I heard or saw, Me, their master, waited for. I was rich in flowers and trees, Humming-birds and honey-bees; For my sport the squirrel played, Plied the snouted mole his spade; For my taste the blackberry cone Purpled over hedge and stone; Laughed the brook for my delight Through the day and through the night, Whispering at the garden wall, Talked with me from fall to fall; Mine the sand-rimmed pickerel pond, Mine the walnut slopes beyond, Mine, on bending orchard trees, Apples of Hesperides! Still as my horizon grew, Larger grew my riches too; All the world I saw or knew Seemed a complex Chinese toy, Fashioned for a barefoot boy! Oh for festal dainties spread, Like my bowl of milk and bread; Pewter spoon and bowl of wood, On the door-stone, gray and rude! O’er me, like a regal tent, Cloudy-ribbed, the sunset bent, Purple-curtained, fringed with gold, Looped in many a wind-swung fold; While for music came the play Of the pied frogs’ orchestra; And, to light the noisy choir, Lit the fly his lamp of fire. I was monarch: pomp and joy Waited on the barefoot boy! Cheerily, then, my little man, Live and laugh, as boyhood can! Though the flinty slopes be hard, Stubble-speared the new-mown sward, Every morn shall lead thee through Fresh baptisms of the dew; Every evening from thy feet Shall the cool wind kiss the heat: All too soon these feet must hide In the prison cells of pride, Lose the freedom of the sod, Like a colt’s for work be shod, Made to tread the mills of toil, Up and down in ceaseless moil: Happy if their track be found Never on forbidden ground; Happy if they sink not in Quick and treacherous sands of sin. Ah! that thou couldst know thy joy, Ere it passes, barefoot boy!

Take a look at what backups are getting: $6 million for Zach Wilson, $14 million for Daniel Jones. MITCH IS A BARGAIN!

$6 million for Zach Wilson? Is Miami out of their minds?

The Bills management isn't interested in a young, inexperienced backup. Mitch is the 2025 backup, like it or not. I don't get why NE signed a veteran backup. They have a great opportunity to develop Milton & trade him after 3 seasons.

A team can do a lot in a 3 year period. Think Bills 2018-2020 at the beginning of Josh's career. His 1st season he had nothing on offense but still made guys like Robert Foster look like an NFL WR. Then when he got some players in his 2nd year, the Bills started their playoff streak.

While you can hope the player will be a 10 year or more franchise guy, the bottom line is you draft a player for 4-5 years and with free agency, you can't count on him playing for you more than 5 seasons. Since you cannot guarantee the guy will even make it to a 2nd contract with your team, age shouldn't be a factor. Remember when we drafted Edmunds, he'd still be so young after 5 years? How did that work out? 5 years of mediocre play & gone via FA. Draft a player who can contribute for 5 years & don't look ahead to a 2nd contract, because odds are he won't be getting a 2nd contract with your team.