The Good, The Bad & The Average: The Bills are starting to piss me off

I have been a Buffalo sports fan my entire life. I remember the early jinx rumors about how we could never beat Miami. They beat us 20 straight games 1970-1979. We finally beat them in 1980 after 10 straight years of loses to the fish. I had some hope during the early 80s when Joe Cribbs started racking up yardage and Joe Ferguson showed us glimpses of greatness. I suffered through the lean years before Saint Kelly arrived and brought us as close to glory as we could get. Although it still stings, four Superbowls in a row is something no other football fan can claim. The years since then have been miserable and I have to say it is due to shitty management. Really shitty management. A running back in the 1st round? Seriously? Wonder why they did that when everyone knows IT'S THE FUCKING OFFENSIVE LINE STUPID! And getting rid of T.O.? Again, seriously? The only player capable of generating income for a team in desperate need of it and we pass him off. Way to go morons! The first pre-season game this year has depressed far earlier in the season than is normal. LET'S GO BUFFALO! LET'S GO BUFFA--Ah fuck it!

That brings me to today's good deed though. Last week I sent my mother flowers for no reason at all and today I sent my father a nice 9" x 12" print of fans at Rich Stadium in the middle of December. He won't get it till tomorrow so don't any of you jerks spoil the surprise.

The easiest way to lose me as a friend is to glamorize or promote drug use around me. I really don't give a flying fuck about your theories about how it is less dangerous than cigarettes or that it is a victim-less crime. There is a reason it's called DOPE.

I'm not very tall so basketball was never a strong sport of mine. I felt like I could be a good player though because I knew the rules. The most important being that you GOT five fouls. Those babies don't carry over to the next game so you might as well use them. I would start off with a haymaker right to the jaw. While Dr. Dribble laid on the ground wondering what just happened, I would bend over and inform him that I still had four more fouls to go.