Whites Bay

Well, I've not tried it, but I'll start looking. Malbecs are a blending wine (again, nothing you don't know). If you're drinking a Bordeaux - guess what - you're drinking a significant portion of Malbec. So those damn Argentinians have found a way to offer me a Bordeaux that is purchased with U.S. dollars against the Argentine peso, and have given me the same wine at 30% less. Damn them!

Ah, yes. He CAN be taught. Remember, I'm just looking out for ya. Palates only come around once in a lifetime. Screw 'em up once, and all you're drinking is Genny Cream Ale. Just sayin'.

You see, HE would understand a good Sauvignon Blanc. AND a decent Pinot.

But we suck! But we suck! But we suck! Oh, my world is falling apart!

Good planning. Save the Kiwi for the fresh shrimp. Fuggin' perfect. Open the Malbec very soon. The ribeye is going to be screaming for it in about 30 minutes. You know this. I know this. Succumb.

Geez, Dean, tough call. A Kiwi Sauvignon Blanc? That's their signature grape (I'm not telling you anything you don't know). But, with poor culinary accompaniment, it's probably not what I'd suggest for a Bills game, unless it's something like a champion Schuster 1998 (and there ain't a lot of those kicking around anymore). Open the Malbec and let it breath a little bit. Start with the whiskey if you wish. But roll towards the Malbec by the second quarter to avoid getting totally hammered and incoherent by the third quarter. Any Malbec you DON'T finish tonight is going to go GREAT with the ribeye you're going to have tomorrow night. Just looking out for ya. You know that.

150 over 96? THAT'S a Bills fan, I tell ya. Salmon coming off the grill in 20. Check. Malbec aerating. Check. Four Tops cranking. Check. CTV dialed in. Check. Just need the Bills to do their part.

An new optimist! I feel like Wall-E finding the seedling amongst the garbage. Better get your flameproof shorts on, kid. Let's see what tonight brings us. Demetrius Bell is playing, as is Wood. I just want these two to get through the carnage in one piece. If we get injuries there...watch out. And being up here on the border - oh boy! I get CTV! Let's see if this works! "New Mother Nature" - Guess Who

So...this is goodbye then?

If Indianapolis hasn't done something to shore up their run defense, the Bills "reserve" running backs are going to look like the second coming of Jim Thorpe. Don't panic.

It was a mercy killing.

My goodness! I feel so "booed"!! 2008 Clos du Bois North Coast Chardonnay tonight. Meh. Not bad, but I can't complain - my sister left it up here after the vacation, so it tastes like Nectar of the Gods.

Mucho appreciado.

Northern Irish. Order of the Orange. I have the banner they left me. It meant something to my ancestors. Now I just enjoy Zweigle's.

Grilled Atlantic Salmon (on Kingsford charcoal with a touch of hickory thrown in), asparagus, Basmati rice and Gascon 2007 Malbec. Wind's coming in from the north tonight. Starting to have just a kiss of autumn in the air. "Carry On" - Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young

I fly United through Dulles all the time. I'm always glancing nervously to the West during this time of year. Dulles in August, O'Hare in February.... "Height of the Fighting" - Heaven 17

Okay. Sorry for being dick-ish.

To your credit, you're more succint than I am. Most apologetically, mine was a long-winded way of saying that I couldn't care less that the Vikings are better, or worse, or sideways, or dermatologically-compromised-or-enhanced with-or-without Brett "Fav-ruh". Get it? Go to "VikingsmusthaveFavre.com". I just did. There are already four pinned threads on the same topic. Post therein.

I'll make this as level-headed as I can. This is a Bills board. Brett Favre doesn't play for the Bills. Brett Favre plays for the Green Bay Packers New York Jets Minnesota Vikings, and pulls a drama queen act every year. There are other sites - such as "www.dramaqueen.com" where you'll find endless chat related to Brett Favre. The Bills are playing on TV tomorrow night. You know...the, er, "Buffalo Bills". Ring a bell? Let's get excited! "Sailing Shoes" - Robert Palmer

Uhh.....YEAH!! The 13-year-old kid who tells his pimply pot-smoking buddies that he got his rocks off with Mrs. Smith at the end of the street! Guess what? There's a line at Mrs. Smiths' house! And 13-year-olds are so discreet, the little dickens.... By the way, I'm elbowing my way to the front of that line, and praying for pimples. She must like 'em.

My guess is that you'll see a front page article in the Buffalo News AND Rochester D&C tomorrow morning announcing the simultaneous resignation of both Buddy Nix and Chan Gailey. The joint press statement will read "Aaron Schatz called us on it. We have no clue, no plan, no hope. We're out of here." Yes, that was sarcasm. The worst part about it is that Aaron Schatz will never have to say "I was wrong". The second worst part is having to watch the Chicken Littles on this board have a collective meltdown over anything Aaron Schatz has to say about anything. No, I take that back. The latter point provides entertainment. Carry on. "Roll Plymouth Rock" - Brian Wilson's "Smile" CD

There still ARE boys who are fighting wars at 13. Cue...Darfur. Sage, respectfully, I'll come down on the side of those who say "Hoo-Ahh!!" Kids are resilient little dickens. You were, I was. They (and we) recover from the teenage years a lot better than the psychs might think. So some 13-year-old gets his rocks off with a hot neighbor...? Guess what? He'll probably reach 23 years old more well-adjusted than some pimply kid who winds up with blisters on his palm.

Imagine if he DOES do well. Won't that scramble a few predictions and outlooks on this forums? I'll tune in for the entertainment!

In response to the inevitable question, the answer is "Yes, of course, you idiot, and so would you". The next question, although perhaps not quite as inevitable, is simply "Why the %)$@ did it take five people to write this crap?" What kind of byline is that? Five trolls? Are you kidding me? "Ain't That A B word" - Johnny 'Guitar' Watson

Jesus. For the umpteenth time, the phrase was "Cranberry Sauce". It was not "I buried Paul". My kids even know that one! Can we just move on?