Stanley Lombardi

I listened to that show regularly when John Murphy was the host. He was professional, informative, and often compelling. Then Steve Tasker came along, a primary source with an authentic voice. As much as I now appreciate the efforts of all the podcasters out there, One Bills Live with Murphy was light years ahead of the rest. Then Chris Brown came along and I just can't listen. I've got nothing against Chris Brown, so I chalk it up to chemistry. 'Tain't my cup o' tea.

Isn't that what Janet Jackson and Justin Timberlake served up at the Super Bowl XXXVIII Halftime Sh!tshow?

Not to be scatological, but I love the Super Bowl halftime show. It affords me extra time for my yearly Super Toilet Bowl bowel movement. What I leave behind has usually proven to be superior in quality to the sh!tshow on my tv screen.

In the autobiography of my daring, dashing, and fascinating life, I will devote a chapter to this sacrificial civil disobedience -- adding to the mystique and the insouciant panache of my story.

How about a committee of Beane, McDermott, and the Pegulas approach him to cut his fat, shirking ass.

The sky is falling!

Except that there is but one God, however you spell or misspell. One means one, capitalized or not.

Just for the record, 1. I both love and fear God. I do not fear Josh Allen. 2. This poll is tantamount to taking God's Name in vain. 3. If you think I've got my panties in a bunch, over this particular topic I damn well do.

If the Bills were not in Buffalo, I'm not sure I would know what 'NFL' stands for.

Au contraire. He stood tall and strong on this.

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"No" was all he said.

Josh "Fireball" Allen will throw 117 mph.

A longshot from deep in the pack...Quinton Morris, rookie TE from Bowling Green.

Joe Ferguson.

It was at St. John Fisher, the second or third training camp practice under this new coach. It got hot and things got lackluster out there. The players were going through the motions. McDermott blew his whistle and ran from position group to position group, directing everyone to the center of the field. We couldn't hear what was said, but you could tell by McDermott's gesticulations that he was reading them the riot act. The players then hustled back to their position groups with palpably improved purpose and focus. Some of us in the crowd, who had regularly attended training camp during the relaxed Rex Ryan years, sensed that we had just witnessed the changing of the guard.

Cut his skinny ass.

Yes. The losers from the Buffalo Bills latched on to some leadership elsewhere and rode their coattails all the way to a ring. Meanwhile, McDermott/Beane were drafting, recruiting, and developing leaders here.

You must mean winners instead of the losers we endured for 17 years.

"Available" is an odd word to choose as you attempt to sing the praises of "Star."

We could get three or four fat asses for what we pay for Star McNoShow.

Watch today's McDermott interview. Read between the lines. Look up "terse."

Cut his fat ass.

Methinks you have badly misinterpreted the evidence.

You do realize that he finished last in a qualifying heat. You do realize that he was not running in the USA Olympic Trials, but that he finished last in a qualifying heat (not the finals) against a field of runners who were attempting to gain entrance into the U.S.A. Olympic Trials (where the USA Olympic entrants will be determined.) What it all means is that he ran dead last in a low-level race full of wannabes, who were attempting to secure a spot in a further race, in order to secure a spot in a further race in order to secure a spot in a further race in order to secure a spot in a further race in order to secure a spot in the Olympics where somebody from Jamaica, or Trinidad, or Timbuktu will embarrass them. It is fortunate, for Metcalf, that he did not qualify for further fields of runners where he would be totally humiliated. He is a very fast football player.