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Gar - field .. HearrRRRDDDD!

Great thrower.

Honest self assessment ... not a great post. Oh, there’s a legitimate point in there, but not a great post. Put time and distance between pain and post.

Which says to me ... in a sixty minute football game, you can’t brain fart after the 59th.

I would love to know what was going through their heads and what they were coached to do ...

Who were the great pass defenders?

So commit pass interference!

I’m a reasonable man. I try not to say dumb things. I’m 59 years old. I’m 30 pounds overweight. I’ve had two ACL reconstructions, two scopes, a broken ankle and a grade III high ankle sprain, all on my left side .... If I’m playing g safety on that play, there’s no completion. There may be a flag, I may be on my way to jail, but there’s no completion. I want to hear what they think they should have been doing.

“... in a season ..”

Life’s funny ... AJ Klein, All Pro, MVP ... HOF.

The hit heard ‘round the world ...

Good news .... only a two game suspension. Bad news ... the lamest poke and slap ever, to live on the web forever for family and friends to view.

Josh Allen in The Wall Street Journal ... https://www.wsj.com/articles/josh-allen-is-the-nfls-myth-busting-quarterback-11604494800

I “met” Herb Adderley as a boy, living on Auburn Avenue, on Buffalo’s West Side. It was 1972 or 1973. A rabid Bills fan, of course, I somehow found a copy of “Instant Replay”, by Jerry Kramer. If you’re of an age, read it. If you’re of that age, and read it as a boy, it’s with you years later. If you’re among the less fortunate, and no where near that age, the book is probably not for you. The sensibilities, the approach to life, the view of man and his place in the world, will confuse and disappoint you. Martians, or some such .... RIP, Mr. Adderley ... the chain link to men of that era shrinks by one.

I’ll agree when you explain how it was unnecessary ... whatever the heck that means ... by providing the alternative. He was a vector, who intersected another vector, each at speed. Word nine.

Bullseye ...spot on memory.

It was 29 years ago, tonight. My first daughter was born at Children’s Hospital. I presided over a Cub Pack meeting. The game was brutal during the glory years. Happy Birthday, Baby!

Are you sure, Rico? When I see your avatars, I am convinced I saw you and Bart there at 3:45 am dozens of times. You are BOTH early 80s Elmwood Taco iconographs.

Bieber!? BIEBER?!

Every time I mention the 51-3 game, I add “in a game that wasn’t as close as the score indicated”.

That was the first Raider playoff game. This one was 29 to 23, or so.

I was there. Tunnel end zone. It was cold. Tense game. Steve Tasker, stud kick off return. I remember some DL shooting his mouth off during the week. Wasn’t Howie Long. He finished with no tackles, no sacks, no pressures. Willie Gault, who caught Tasker, had more tackles than the DL. May have been Townsend. .

Foreign powers may fiddle with our elections, but they’d not dare fiddle with our football. ”Comrade, don’t be a fool!”

I’ll definitely be excited when I see it 16 times a year on game day. I’m also excited seeing it 349 times a year on Twitter.

Oh, my ..... high honors.