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Coach Marrone was emphatic about letting the results determine who starts. Right now, if we knew nothing about draft position, veteran experience, and all that blah-blah, then Tuel is ahead in this fight. If the argument against Tuel is, "But he's playing against third stringers," then let him start against the first stringers and let us see what we shall see... "Fair" should be fair.

Thanks for clearing that up.

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Well played, sir.

Joe Ferguson, at what we then called a "gas station," pumping gas as I did the same; O.J. Simpson at Lockport Memorial Hospital, where he often visited kids who were there; Jim Haslett at a (great) bar in Middleport called "Mr. Ed's"; Steve Tasker at "The Chapel," a (great) church in Amherst; Steve Christie at the Walker Center (?) plaza in Wiliamsville. Except for Haslett (who had a pronounced edge at the time) they were all gentlemen when I met them. Years later I met Haslett at a U.B. track meet and he (at least 50 pounds lighter, for whatever reason) was a gentleman as well.

Third.

Thanks.

"Top notch stuff," indeed! Such rollicking humor! Just say "Brady" and "penis" falls from the lips of many TBD posters! But does anyone have any football-related reason why Brady wasn't drafted until the 6th round?

...the New England Patriots selected Tom Brady. It has often been noted that every NFL team (including the Patriots) passed on Tom Brady at least 5 times. I was not following football very closely at the time. Why was Brady drafted so late?

This.

Jim Kelly cannot be overstated: he is Buffalo's greatest player, but his post-football life has shone brighter, by any significant measure, than his Hall of Fame athletic career. To top it all off, like many of us slugs he married way above himself! Then he and his bride turned their own tragedy into something redemptive -- something that has lifted other people. I am cynical about so many things, but I am thankful for the player Jim Kelly was, and the man he became. Get well, Jim.

"Marrone" in Italian slang means "balls," in the sense of "gonads" -- http://www.wordreference.com/iten/marrone Thus I propose "Balls" as the new Bills motto.

Chuck Norris doesn't shave. He drives his whiskers in with a hammer and bites them off inside.

"Love Stinks"

"The Border Patrol"

An instant 2BD classic. And you were there!

My advice is to find meaningful work. You are still, I'm hoping, young enough to break out of the vast waste which is sports talk. Get a degree as a registered nurse. You'll earn good pay and your life will have purpose beyond the mundane insignificance of sports. You can go home after work and unwind with sports talk right here. But don't make a life out of this drivel.

I was at the local greasy spoon, with a hankering for the blue plate special. I had my eye on the parking lot, because the underground was abuzz with reports that Marshawn and his Billy-boys were in the vicinity, with mayhem on their minds. I'd been apprised of their modus. It was all mall, they said. But the underground was telling a different tale. The blogosphere was rife with tales of ML and his 'hood-billies skulking in isolated, out-of-the-way diners. I choked down some chicken as my eyes lingered on the lot. Then what to my wondering eyes should appear, but a phalanx of obnoxiously ostentatious Hummers and Escalades. I'm not the fool my mother raised me to be, so I quickly surmised the portent of all this polished chrome appearing at once in the parking lot of a nearly abandoned suburban strip mall. It could only mean "Marshawn"--and Marshawn meant "lynch." I knew Marshawn had a particular predisposition toward $20's, so I dug deep into my pocket. As he and his retinue burst through the door, I placed my $20 on the counter in self defense. Marshawn grinned that metalic grin as he hunkered down. Just a seat separated me from his stupefyingly ugly dread-locked, gap-toothed countenance. "Got any change?" he asked. "I need to use the phone. Batteries died." I looked up to see a patch of Blackberries, glowing in the hands of his henchmen. "All's I got is the $20." "That'll do. Thanks." And he was gone. I'm not the sentimental sort, but as I turned it over in my mind, something in me didn't mind being fleeced. Maybe it's because I'm a postal carrier. It's not much, but I've got my route. I'm first string on the 1900 block of McKinley. But what's Marshawn got? Second string now, & sinfully ugly; he's the baby they should have thrown out with the bathwater. The man's got nothing else. Probably can't even get any interest from the fat girls on Chippewa. But at least he can say he's got my $20. A sadder but a wiser man, I rose the 'morrow morn.

Bolt would embarass the NFL forever. He would jog and beat anybody in the NFL.

I was there, too. Bennett did not start. When he came into the game it was the first time he'd taken the field as a Bill. Elway was crouched over center. He stood up, looked over at Bruce, then looked over at Bennett, then called an immediate timeout and walked to his bench. It was fan-de-monium!

An absolute classic!!

Whitner, Schobel, Kawika, Moorman, McGee, Greer, Poz, Kyle, Edwards, Lynch, Jauron, Jackson, April, Reed, Corto, DiGiorgio, Wendling, Ellison, Lindell, Stroud, Roscoe, Fewell, Brandon, VanP, Ralph, Denney, Kelsay, the 12th Man... Those are my first thoughts. The Bills have a lot of heart.

You are not authorized to speak for me or for anyone here. I would not switch places with anybody, least of all Brady. So take your FU and apply it to only yourself.

I was doing OK until crayonz had to go and mention the bastard children and Brady's semi-annual visits, and how they might not be able to play catch with Dad. Then I lost it.