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I still believe that I saw John Y. Brown, Phyllis George, Paul Snyder, Bird Averitt and Elmore Smith all dancing on stage during a 1978 Grateful Dead performance of "Shakedown Street". So what? It is not the accuracy of the belief , but the capacity to believe that holds the power. I think Van Miller and/or some guy named Rick Jeanneret may have suggested something similar once or twice. For what it is worth, as a newcomer, I have to say this has been a fun thread in an introspective and historical way. I didn't see that coming and thanks to the OP for the opportunity to look both forward as well as back. I am in the process of returning to Buffalo permanently after many years spent in what are supposedly more attractive and/or glamorous locales. I can't wait to get back to the people and places that time has revealed to me, to be my true home. For whatever reason, this thread has triggered an opportunity to revisit some very fond memories and I look forward to throwing many new ones on to the pile upon returning there later this fall. You guys are great! Keep doing what you do and keep having fun!

I paid money to watch Perry Tuttle play football. I called Ralph Wilson "cheap" for his hesitation to do the same...

-- Once, at a Bills game, I hugged my wife... and together we dared to dream that our son would grow up to be just like O.J. Simpson

To date I have been content to accept this as a football fan site. After digesting this thread, taking a good honest look in the mirror and subsequently executing a scathing and fearless assessment of my own relative moral inventory, I must come clean. Much like the whispered sounds of contrition are met with an initial reluctance, the requisite keystrokes for this, my personal day of reckoning, come with considerable internal strife. But, I can no longer live this lie. Please forgive me oh great pure and righteous OP, but I have taken part in the frivolous liberties associated with free thought. It is true... I have sinned. As recently as Thursday of the week just passed, I entertained an impure thought inclusive of a linebacking corps sans Kawika Mitchell. I only request that my penance be carried out in a swift and forceful manner, lest I forget this lesson of accountability. Act now and spare me from that inevitable downward spiral where I always seem to tumble back through Alice's (tramp) looking glass, and into a tawdry place where accountability is a silly word that is seldom applied to whimsical pursuits. Do it now...