BringBackFergy

You guys have gone way too far into the weeds on this thread. The purpose of the original post and follow up is to demonstrate Ben Johnson is NOT the answer to the Buffalo Bills / McDermott when you consider McDermott's record as head coach and players genuinely enjoy playing for him. Vs. Those on this Board who were clamoring for BJ last season because he was a "genius". 31 other teams would be on the phone to hire McDermott immediately if he was let go.

So sorry to read this. Definitely lifting you and family up. Please keep us updated. Stay well, sir (and your child). BBF

“I want my Oompa Loompa NOW!!”

AFC Championship Game x2 is not good enough?? Do you want your Oompa Loompa Now???

Ask his disciples. He was working with the best Oline, premiere RB’s, two of the top 20 WR’s and Laporta. He would be able to save the Bills from the clutches of a coach who has made the playoffs 6 of last 7 years.

Where exactly are the banged drum receipts? Buffalo Joe or Dorian on deck, I assume.

McDermott’s replacement last year. Make it happen. Cool name, though.

This is great “one ups-manship and finger pointing”. Y’all haven’t learned a fuuckking thing. Blame each other all you want. We have collectively lost our moral compass. Put your phones in a cabinet and go outside, call a friend or fukkk your dog. Stop with the competition.

Can we, somehow, make this about McDermott and why we should have hired Ben Johnson this past year??

Day 4 of my Captivity Boots is an ass. Keeps mocking my Bills jersey so I munch on my carrots, drink my beer and make high pitched screeching sounds to torment him. The rabbits have periodically transported me to the fifth dimension. I can see the “light at the end of the tunnel” but the 16” subfloor of rabbit crap blocks my path to freedom. Plus, they set up a security rabbit. I guess they think it intimidates me but I don’t have the heart to tell them it’s a wicker Easter lawn ornament covered in a criss cross 50’ strand of LED lights. Dumb f’ing rodents. Took a dump in their “bedroom” and now they are really pissed at me. I told Boots there’s more where that came from so he opted to finally send my message to King Rabbit. Waiting for “his highness” to visit me to discuss a settlement. Staying dry, cool and rested. Please send to Figster. BBF

Still not sure why he gave the game ball to an assistant coach, but, whatever.

Boots stole my phone.

:13 Seconds - Defeat 1:33 - The time on the clock when the Bills drove down to win the Ravens game. Coincidence? I think not. The numbers are aligning.

The Last First Game

Day 2 of my Captivity I’ve lost track of time. I haven’t brushed my teeth in a day. My hair is coated with dust and grit. Possibly from the overhanging vines in this hellhole they have created or from nuclear fallout so far beneath the top soil I now miss. Interestingly, these creatures have constructed an impressive tunnel system with little veggie shops, fresh grass dispensaries and pellet wholesalers. The rotted stump I sit on is comfortable for me…and the cicadas that are making their way to the surface. I feel grateful I have t been down here for seven years like them. Poor bastards Aaaand, here comes Boots. I now notice his hind leg has a scar. It runs from lower pad to upper thigh. Shaped like a capitol “F”. In fact, even Corky, Spanks and Murphy (his sidekicks) have the same scar on the same hind leg. “Are you sheep or mutated wabbits?” I ask. Boots swats my backpack and uncovers my carrots. “Ohhhh nooo you don’t” I rush to grab my only bargaining chip. These Orange veggies are better than wampum. “Go get your own at the Tunnel Store, Boots!” ”Pawwwwwk. Paaaawk!!! Shakkki shakkki grit grit” Boots yells. WabbitWords immediately translates: “Carrots Carrots. You have a huuuge tool.” “Yeah. Grit. I f$&@ing sick of grit. Can we install a ventilation system down here or what?” I grin. What happens next is something I remember Figster telling me in the Shoutbox. Boots and his three buddies gather together and bring out an effigy resembling a 60 yr old man straddling a railroad bed, pants down and raising his hands to the moon. Could this be their deity…a photo of Figster as a child? This experience has taken a toll on me. Exhaustion and anxiety. Tired from clawing gravel to make a bed down here…anxiety not knowing if Boots his three furbabies will let me venture to surface. Party down at the intersection of Septic 142 and Fencepost 9. Will report back.