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The adventures of 17

Well the kids don't eat And the dog can't sleep There's no escape from the music In the whole damn street 'Cause she's playing all night And the music's all right Mama's got a squeeze box Daddy never sleeps at night

Many times I've been alone And many times I've cried Anyway, you'll never know The many ways I've tried And still they lead me back To the long and winding road You left me standing here A long, long time ago Don't leave me waiting here Lead me to your door

I'm going to rent myself a house In the shade of the freeway Gonna pack my lunch in the morning And go to work each day And when the evening rolls around I'll go on home and lay my body down And when the morning light comes streaming in I'll get up and do it again, Amen Say it again, Amen I want to know what became of the changes We waited for love to bring Were they only the fitful dreams Of some greater awakening?

I think his point is that where as most teams have a "front 7", we don't. We have a front 6 which at times like yesterday turns out to be a bad match up. Interesting to me that we hear endlessly from the offensive players and staff how they put such value in being "multiple", with infinite variations and personnel combinations. Why is that not of value to the defense?

I dream of rain I dream of gardens in the desert sand I wake in vain I dream of love as time runs through my hand I dream of fire These dreams that tie two hearts that will never die Near the flames The shadows play in the shape of the man's desire This desert rose Whose shadow bears the secret promise This desert flower No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

Hold me and make it the truth That when all is lost, there'll be you 'Cause to the universe, I don't mean a thing And there's just one word I still believe And it's love

And I turned 21 in prison, doing life without parole No one could steer me right but mama tried, mama tried Mama tried to raise me better but her pleading, I denied That leaves only me to blame 'cause mama tried

So make us all laugh, make us all cry Make us all give, make us all try Give us the secret show us the lie We'll strike up the music and light up the sky Oh, if I was a lion Well I could be the king of all the plain Oh, and if I was an eagle Well maybe I could fly above the rain Fly above the pain But I know I'm only fooling

Said the straight man to the late man Where have you been? I've been here and I've been there And I've been in between I talk to the wind My words are all carried away I talk to the wind The wind does not hear The wind cannot hear

Here come old flat top He come grooving up slowly He got joo joo eyeball He one holy roller He got hair down to his knee Got to be a joker he just do what he please

Day after day, alone on a hill The man with the foolish grin Is keeping perfectly still But nobody wants to know him They can see that he's just a fool And he never gives an answer

My concern with resigning Poyer despite his high level of performance WHEN available is that his limited availability this year may be a harbinger of the things to come, the things that come with NFL players of advancing age. At an age when most players bodies begin to betray them, this is Poyer's 4th or 5th separate injury this year. Is this just what life with a aging Poyer will look like going forward? Will Beane pay big bucks for more years of that? Be it Benford, a trade or a draft choice, I suspect Beane will be diligent in pursuit of an answer with that in mind.

Wilson was awful. He did pad stats late in game though.

Tom Brady. Sorry, living in southwest Florida, I still can't put it aside. So many other good mentions already; Lewan, Kelce, Mac Jones etc. But if I can add one single name to this list it HAS to be Mike Vrabel. The sight of him just puts me in a bad mood.

I've been beat up, I've been thrown out But I'm not down, no, I'm not down I've been shown up, but I've grown up And I'm not down, no, I'm not down

As the cheerless towns pass my window I can see a washed out moon through the fog And then a voice inside my head Breaks the analogue And says Follow me down to the valley below You know Moonlight is bleeding From out of your soul

I'm the gypsy, the acid queen Pay me before I start I'm the gypsy and I'm guaranteed To mend his aching heart

Cellophane flowers of yellow and green Towering over your head Look for the girl with the sun in her eyes And she's gone Lucy in the sky with diamonds Lucy in the sky with diamonds Lucy in the sky with diamonds

I just wrote a check and went into crisis while writing the date.

The way that you hold me Whenever you hold me There's some kind of magic inside you That keeps me from runnin' But just keep it comin' How'd you learn to do the things you do? And nobody does it better Makes me feel sad for the rest Nobody does it half as good as you

If you'll be my bodyguard I can be your long lost pal I can call you Betty And Betty, when you call me, you can call me Al

Why do you come here? And why, why do you hang around? I'm so sorry I'm so sorry Why do you come here When you know it makes things hard for me? When you know, oh Why do you come? Why do you telephone? And why send me silly notes? I'm so sorry I'm so sorry

Same old, rat in a drain ditch, caught on a limb You know better but I know him Like I told you, what I said Steal your face right off your head

Did you ever waken to the sound of street cats making love And guess from their cries you were listening to a fight Well you know, hate's just the last thing they're thinking of They're only trying to make it through the night I only want to hold you, I don't want to tie you down Or fence you in the lines I might have drawn It's just that I have gotten used to having you around My landscape would be empty if you were gone