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The crew enjoying a shockingly good effort from our beloved Buffalo Bills.

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Note this picture was taken well before our collective heart was ripped out by Leodis “Allergic to Intelligent Football” McKelvin. You’re lucky you got this post at all, since I was ready to light my laptop on fire and throw it through the window.

Ich beleuchte mich jetzt auf feuer

If you’re one of the three people in the Western New York who have not yet watched this video, enjoy.

That saves me the time I would have spent writing a sixteen-paragraph diatribe on how wacked out this move is (for better or worse), and how sick I am of hearing local radio talk show hosts and ESPN talk about this move making Buffalo “relevant” again. Who the frick cares about being “relevant?” Win some football games; that’s all the relevance I need. Being on ESPN every hour of the day does not equate to the kind of relevance anyone should want or need. Okay, I better stop now, lest I light myself on fire once again.

The Power of Sports

Last night’s dramatic shootout victory for the Sabres reminded me, not only of everything I love about sports, but also of its amazing power to lift spirits and heal a wounded community’s conscience, if only for a short while. Most of the area woke up to the terrible news of Flight 3407’s crash in Clarence Center the night before, 50 souls perishing in the tragedy. While we know the family members are linked to the crash, it’s striking how few degrees of separation there were between everyone else in the area and those lost.

Just about everyone I talked to on Friday either knew someone on the plane, or had a friend that was related to someone on the plane, or knew the daughter of someone’s fiancée on the plane, etc., etc. Everyone’s linked, and in a region that’s struggled economically in the past decades, those still living here have suffered innumerable blows to its collective spirit over the years.

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Super; thanks for asking.

Welcome to another Super Bowl Sunday, America. Despite my presence being required at a Super Bowl party with some friends, I vow nonetheless to bring you my trademark coverage featuring pithy commentary and scathing criticism of everything NBC puts on the air. There may be some good football as well; let’s hope.

Super Bowl XLIII

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STOP RUNNING UP THE MIDDLE!

Really, there’s not much more negative commentary to offer on the Buffalo Bills this season. Before providing the link to the image gallery, I’ll just offer you the fact that I gave all available effort to berating offensive coordinator Turk Schonert after each dumbass offensive play call. Turk was about ten rows behind me, in the relative comfort of a warm booth shielded from the elements. While I very much would like to keep Billieving, I have to weigh that commitment against the countless hours wasted rooting this team on. I’m fairly certain it’s starting to shave months off of my lifespan. Bills Fever! Catch it!

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