Tuco

Very cool.

I'm tired of playing foolish games I'm tired of all of your lies making me insane I don't ask for much, the truth will do just fine Won't you lay it on the line

I hear some people been talkin' me down, Bring up my name, pass it 'round. They don't mention the happy times They do their thing, I'll do mine. Ooh baby, that's hard to change I can't tell them how to feel. Some get stoned, some get strange, Sooner or later it all gets real. Walk on

I been down around Houston,Texas Where the sun shines most of the time I been drivin' about six hours Tryin' to reach that Arkansas line But Texarkana's an hour ahead And I got to keep my wheels rolling But woman you're always on my mind Twenty-four hours at a time So my woman I'm hopin' you feel the Same way

I don't know about the AMA. I know the game day protocol, which includes an unaffiliated neurosomething consultant on each sideline as well as one in a booth with two trainers to assist him, was established after the league paid $765 million to former players because of concussions. It was enhanced after the first Tua debacle to what we have today. I know they take it seriously. The CBA contains the word concussion 182 times. The entire protocol and checklist were developed jointly by the NFL's head, neck and spinal committee and the NFLPAs similar committee. And that protocol and checklist are agreed to in the CBA by both parties. The part of the CBA just describing the game day protocols takes up 13 pages. Of course I don't know, but I think a little more has gone into it than just having it blessed by the AMA. Also, to the point of helmets adding to the instances of concussions, FWIW my father, who played his high school ball in the '50s, has been saying this for over 60 years that I'm aware of.

I can hear windmills and rainbows Whenever you're talkin' to me (Never, never say never) I feel like swirling and dancin' Whenever you're walking with me (Whenever you're walking with me) You ripple like a river when I touch you (Let me touch you) When I pluck your body like a string (Show you what I mean now) When I start dancin' inside you (Oh, baby) You make me wanna sing (I love you so) Yeah (I love you so) Baby (I love you so)

In the bone-colored dawn, me and Gypsy Scotty are singin' The radio is playin, she left her shoes out in the back He tells me a story about some girl he knows in Kentucky He just made that story up, there ain't no girl like that

The Old man rocks among his dreams, a prisoner of the porch The light he said at the end of the tunnel Was nothing but a burglars torch And them that was caught in the cover, are all rich and free But they chained my mind to an endless tune When they took my only son from me I know it's true, oh so true Cause I saw it on T.V.

I was standin' at the station Out at the end of the line Feelin' mad, just a bit impatient And I wish that you would make up my mind Yes, I was out there on the platform Pay phone keeps eatin' my dimes And I still don't have an answer And the train's leavin' right on time

I've been through diamonds I've been through minks I've been through it all (Love stinks) Love stinks Yeah, yeah

I rode in to town today And in my heart I said, "Lord, I'd love to stay" Something in me said "Boy, move on" Don't know what it is The good Lord bred it in my bones And I'm searchin' for a rainbow And if the wind ever shows me where to go You'll be waitin' at the end Then I'll know I'll say, "To Hell with that pot of gold"

I guess I should've kept my mouth shut When I started to brag about my car But I can't back down now because I pushed the other guys too far She makes me come alive And makes me wanna drive When she says, "Don't worry, baby." Don't worry, baby (don't worry, baby) Everything will turn out alright (don't worry, baby) Don't worry, baby (don't worry, baby)

I put some whiskey into my whiskey I put some heartbreak into my heart I put my boots on that ole dance floor I put three rounds Lord, in my .44 I loved the girl, she was my sunshine Her name was Eleanor Caroline She got fast, with a friend of mine At the dance hall Lord, on the county line I put some whiskey into my whiskey I put some heartbreak into my heart I made my way across that ole dance floor And put three rounds Lord, in my Eleanor

Took my chances on a big jet plane Never let 'em tell you that they're all the same The sea was red and the sky was grey Wondered how tomorrow could ever follow today The mountains and the canyons start to tremble and shake As the children of the sun began to awake (watch out)

Taking my time, choosing my lines Trying to decide what to do Looks like my stop, don't wanna get off Got myself hung up on you Seems to me you don't wanna talk about it Seems to me you just turn your pretty head and walk away

Never been one to try to match my game day food to the opponent's region. I was planning on a pork shoulder in the crock pot. But yesterday I made a batch of jalapeno sausage, so tomorrow's crock will be filled with chili instead. Along with some genuine sourdough bread.

I dreamed I was in a Hollywood movie And that I was the star of the movie. This really blew my mind, The fact that me, An overfed, long-haired, leaping gnome, Should be the star of a Hollywood movie.

I fly a starship Across the Universe divide And when I reach the other side I'll find a place to rest my spirit if I can Perhaps I may become a highwayman again Or I may simply be a single drop of rain But I will remain And I'll be back again, and again and again and again and again...

These are days you'll remember When may is rushing over you with desire To be part of the miracles you see in every hour You'll know it's true, that you, that you are blessed and lucky It's true, that you are touched by something That will grow and bloom in you

Yes. Making the 53 (as in, on the 53 man roster at 4:00 PM Tuesday) is what is considered the beginning of the "during the season" part. Also starting this year, they can place 2 of those 8 on IR without keeping them on the 53 for a day as long as they do it on the final cut down day.

I bet there's rich folks eating in a fancy dining car They're probably drinkin' coffee and smoking big cigars Well I know I had it coming, I know I can't be free But those people keep a movin' And that's what tortures me

Woke up this morning, started to sneeze I had a cigarette and a cup of tea I looked in the mirror. What did I see? A nine-stone weakling with knobbly knees I did my knees bend, press ups, touch my toes I had another sneeze and I blew my nose I looked in the mirror at my pigeon chest I had to put on my clothes because it made me depressed

Long distance information, give me Memphis, Tennessee Help me find the party trying to get in touch with me She could not leave her number, but I know who placed the call Because my uncle took the message, and he wrote it on the wall

If I was a junkman selling you cars, Washing your windows and shining your stars, Thinking your mind was my own in a dream What would you wonder and how would it seem? Living in castles a bit at a time The King started laughing and talking in rhyme.

Can't cut him if he's injured. So yeah, likely will be gone with a settlement.