The Big Cat

Lately I've been thinking about CJ's inevitable succession and what this would mean for Fred Jackson. Jackson will play football until his legs fall off, and I keep having a post-Bills vision of him bouncing around, getting cut, getting signed, cut, re-signed, with three to five other teams before he eventually hangs it up, and that thought troubles me. It troubles me because of his story, and because it would illustrate just how business-first the NFL is. Once it's clear that Buffalo can win with CJ/Choice, Freddie will be gone. He'll have a handful of great performances, but his career will ultimately sputter out. He'll probably never make a Pro Bowl. He'll never be in Canton. And it's unlikely he'll ever be on Super Bowl winning team. I wanted Freddie's narrative to have a happy ending. He's one of the best, most versatile, most dependable, most efficient running backs I've ever seen, but his path to NFL greatness will ultimately be his downfall--it was too long, and his youth simply slipped away before he ever had the chance to be a great one.

Right. Extrapolated over a full season, Spiller (beginning in 2011) filling in for the injured Freddie has put up numbers that would give him: 1,405 yards rushing 9 TD's 484 receiving yards 4 receiving TD's So yeah, almost 2,000 all purpose yards (not counting returns) and 13 TD's at the pace he's been going at over the last SEVEN games... Put down the bottle of stupid pills, Spiller detractors...

January 8, 2000 I was 15. I'm 28 now. Translation: I've spent nearly half my lifetime in a continuous playoff drought.

Debatable, but my silence was me not getting un-classy.

I was in a very vulnerable place, you must know.

I live out in Chicago. Went on a grocery run with wifey last night, came home, Jets fan came out of our building to walk his (at most) three and a half pound "dog." This guy was Jets-fan personified. Probably 5'6", 180 pounds, belly like a bowl full of jelly, swarthy, just straight flabby Jersey trash. He was about 20 feet away as we approached the building, and I was muttering obsentities under my breath like there was no tomorrow--he was WELL out of earshot. Then, wifey turns to me and announced she forgot our keys and we were locked out. So there we are, me and my Bills sweatshirt, outside our building like a couple of !@#$s, at the mercy of whomever was coming or going. OF COURSE, nobody came along, and Joey Spaghetti comes strutting back over and now I have to rely on HIM to let me into the place where I live. He takes one look at my sweatshirt and proceeds to fulfill every soul-sucking expectation I had for him. Oh boy, this is awkward. Rough day for you, huh fella? How bout our offense? Looked pretty sharp out there, wouldn't you say? I said nothing. I just stared right through him, while wifey continually mouthed the words "I'm so sorry." Honestly, I was one beer away from smacking his five o'clock shadow right off his face, but I didn't want to him embarrass him in front of his rat-dog. On a related note: I rock Bills gear EVERY time I visit opposing stadiums, and nobody has ever !@#$ed with me.

Everybody here thought I was crazy when I called for Moorman's resignation during the summer of 2011. i know it's only one game, and it's super !@#$ing wonderful that he had a great preseason in 2012, but yesterday he picked up RIGHT where he left off in 2010 and 2011.

FACT: Yesterday's outcome was every worst-case-scenario Bills fans could think of. The Bills should be fine UNLESS: We turn the ball over. We give up a pick/fumble six. We give up a special teams touchdown. Mark Sanchez excels from the pocket. We can't get any pressure. Jackson gets injured. One of our top 3 wide receivers gets injured. If you would have told me that ALL of those things would come to fruition, I would have told you take your pessimism and get lost. Not in this universe, or any other, would a Bills fan in his or her right mind have predicted ALL of those things to come true, when any ONE of them could have potentially cost us the game.

I like the comment about the CB's. Don't know why the adjustment didn't come in-game, though I have to believe it's because they defense was playing run-first the entire game.

I'll go ahead and post this here, too.

Sounds like Billy'd rather we commit high draft picks to get better DB's :-)

!@#$ING CHRIST!! IS IT SUNDAY YET!? AAAAARGH!!

I think MDP had a stroke.

The designer's mutton chops tell you all you need to know about how well those stripes could have been expected to hod up over time.

Doesn't matter who or what it is, the bigger your back, the bigger the target.

Colleagues is a loose term considering none of them even come CLOSE to being in his league. So from that standpoint, the flack is proportional: http://www.thedailybeast.com/newsweek/2010/11/01/power-list.html (Two years old, but I doubt the numbers have changed that much. Literally nobody on the left to even REMOTELY rival him)

Rarely, and it's been awhile. Political media personalities, by their very definition, would be out of work if they weren't polarizing (read: dickish).

Yeah, all those guys really nailed last night's game!

Does Fitz wear those pants...everywhere?

Yes, I find your depiction of Rush Limbaugh's on-air persona as a non-mean spirited guy to be the opposite of my own impression. But that's just my opinion, man. Trick question: liberals don't have jobs.

That's because liberals have jobs that don't allow them to listen to the radio all day--not a lot of truck drivers and dishwashers in their camp, that's all.

It says he was on the bike when the media was allowed in--doesn't mean he didn't practice before they got there, at least from what I can tell.

Wow...I guess perception is reality, huh?

There's no question it'll make fun of The Bills.