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Stevie Johnson happened. He was real. Acknowledge it. The Revis thing is a red herring argument. Yes, he did in fact do better against Revis than almost any other receiver. And as modest as his numbers look against Revis from a distance, you are talking about performance against one specific CB that almost no other receiver caught ANY pass against. That is a narrow lens. If that spot check leaves you underwhelmed, then don't let that detract from the overall body of work. That is Stevie's true legacy. You can't just dismiss his statistics based upon cherry picked memories of specific game situations or circumstance. I remember a number of big catches and meaningful TD's as well. They all count. This is a thread about late round picks that have exceeded expectation and excelled. He absolutely meets that description. The reality is that we are still discussing him 10 years after he played here because of his exceptional accomplishments here. There have been countless receivers on this team, and every other team around the NFL that played on bad teams or mediocre teams. Plenty played on pass heavy teams. Stevie played with inconsistent and often poor QB play and on teams that featured some fine RB's like Fred Jackson, CJ Spiller and Marshawn Lynch. So what? That is not the thing that makes him stand out in this discussion. Plenty of receivers fit that description. What does make him stand out is that he accomplished what none of the countless others were able to. The reality is that not a single one of the scores of late round pick receivers or even high round pick receivers ever accomplished what Stevie did in Buffalo, REGARDLESS of circumstance or team dynamic. Very few did league wide. Give him credit for that. He was not a mirage. And let's offer full disclosure when discussing his post Buffalo career to mention that injuries limited his production post Buffalo, which is hardly an unprecedented surprise as a player ages out of the league. OJ Simpson also faded into football oblivion in San Francisco after he was traded there in 1977. Does that mean he was overrated in Buffalo? Of course not. Those San Francisco years did not define OJ, nor do Stevie's San Fran and San Diego years define him. His definitive career moments came here. Let them stand for the accomplishments that they were. Finally, let's acknowledge a certain 1985 4th round pick from Kutztown State as the best late round pick in team history. He worked out pretty well.

When your dreams are scattered Just like the wind blown sand And you feel, you feel you need a friend I'll be there, reach out your hand And when the tempest is raging I want you to know got a friend that's true Just like a shelter, in a time of storm I'll see you through, that's what I'll do

Don't you draw the queen of diamonds, boy She'll beat you if she's able You know the queen of hearts is always your best bet Now it seems to me, some fine things Have been laid upon your table But you only want the ones that you can't get

Blackbird singing in the dead of night Take these broken wings and learn to fly All your life You were only waiting for this moment to arise Blackbird singing in the dead of night Take these sunken eyes and learn to see All your life You were only waiting for this moment to be free

Come to me now And rest your head for just five minutes Everything is done Such a cozy room The windows are illuminated by the evening Sunshine through them Fiery gems

You can spend all your time making money You can spend all your love making time If it all fell to pieces tomorrow Would you still be mine? And when you're looking for your freedom And you can't find the door When there's nothing to believe in Still you're coming back You're running back You're coming back for more... Put me on a highway Show me a sign Take it to the limit One more time

One love, one blood One life, you got to do what you should One life, with each other Sisters, brothers One life but we're not the same We get to carry each other, carry each other One One

Sometimes you start feelin' so lost and lonely Then you'll find it's all been in your mind Sometimes you think someone is the one and only Can't you see, it could be you and me? But if there's any doubt Then I think I'll leave it out Cause I'll tell you one thing You can't get what you want Till you know what you want Said you can't get what you want Till you know what you want

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

A bullet had found him His blood ran as he cried No money could save him So he laid down and he died Ooh, what a lucky man, he was Ooh, what a lucky man, he was

Frankly, Mr. Shankly, this position I've held It pays my way and it corrodes my soul I want to leave, you will not miss me I want to go down in musical history Frankly, Mr. Shankly, I'm a sickening wreck I've got the 21st century breathing down my neck I must move fast, you understand me I want to go down in celluloid history, Mr. Shankly

From every dingy basement, on every dingy street Every dragging handclap over every dragging beat It's just the beat of time, the beat that must go on

Got brass in pocket Got bottle, I'm gonna use it Intention, I feel inventive

Can you hear what I'm saying Can you see the parts that I'm playing Holy Man, Rocker Man, Come on Queenie, Joker Man, Spider Man, Blue Eyed Meanie

There are places I'll remember All my life though some have changed Some forever not for better Some have gone and some remain All these places had their moments With lovers and friends I still can recall Some are dead and some are living In my life I've loved them all

Said hey, little boy, you can't go where the others go 'Cause you don't look like they do Said hey, old man, how can you stand to think that way? Did you really think about it before you made the rules? He said, son That's just the way it is Some things will never change That's just the way it is Ah, but don't you believe them

Just remember that the goal Is for us all to capture all we want, anywhere Don't surround yourself with yourself Move on back two squares

You just call out my name And you know, wherever I am I'll come runnin' To see you again Winter, spring, summer or fall All you have to do is call And I'll be there You've got a friend

Tell all of my friends I don't have too many Just some rain-coated lovers' puny brothers Dallow, Spicer, Pinkie, Cubitt Rush to danger Wind up nowhere Patric Doonan, raised to wait I'm tired again, I've tried again, and Now my heart is full Now my heart is full And I just can't explain So I won't even try to

Why's it so soft when the cannons Unload on the others? Why're we so loud when we say It won't happen to us? Why does my mind blow to bits Every time they play that song? It's just the way that he sings Not the words that he says, or the band I'm in love with this soul It's a meaning that I understand

They were definitively solid, but so much of it comes down to age and perspective. I'm partial to the 70's: Shaft, The French Connection, The Sting, Jaws, Airport, Close Encounters, Star Wars (original), The Godfather I & II, The Exorcist, The Omen, Carrie, Dirty Harry, MASH, Network, Deliverance, Apocalypse Now, All The President's Men, Deer Hunter, Taxi Driver, One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest, Serpico... Oh, the glory of it all! That was a decade of great films. For the 80's, throw Airplane, Raging Bull and Scarface onto the pile!

The deeper you go, the higher you fly The higher you fly, the deeper you go So come on come on Come on its such a joy Come on its such a joy Come on let's make it easy Come on let's make it easy Take it easy, take it easy Everybody's got something to hide except for me and My monkey

And if you go chasing rabbits And you know you're going to fall Tell 'em a hookah-smoking caterpillar Has given you the call Call Alice When she was just small

Since you been gone, I can do whatever I want I can see whomever I choose I can eat my dinner in a fancy restaurant But nothing I said nothing can take away these blues 'Cause nothing compares Nothing compares to you

"Kathy, I'm lost", I said, although I knew she was sleeping I'm empty and aching and I don't know why I'm Counting the cars on the New Jersey turnpike And they've all gone to look for America