That's No Moon

I think people showing up to a sex reveal party would be expecting to make babies, not learn about a half-baked one.

So long as we are discussing things they won't do why don't they just clone Calvin Johnson a couple times?

Put that coffee down! Coffee is for closers!

It's like they went out of their way to put an exclamation point on McDermott's statement re not needing choir boys but people who are passionate about playing football.

Sean McDermott: Six Sigma Black Belt

Fouled an inside fastball off my foot and broke my 5th metatarsal. Tore my labrum playing rugby then stupidly played a baseball game that weekend. Honestly, some of the worst is waking up with cramps in your calves. It's like getting stabbed.

What if the man had turkey, decided he didn't want it because he didn't have a recipe for it, threw it away, then replaced it with spam? Can I criticize him for making a terrible meal then?

So McDermott is displeased with the 2nd offensive coordinator he hired? And the defensive coordinator he hired? Leader of men just not chooser of generals apparently. And so we are clear zero points and the offense wasn't good enough. Thanks for clarifying.

Perhaps if their balls dropped it might help.

Yeah, it'd be much better if it were EY-nuhs

Suzy Kolber was...barely....

This might also help.

0-4 losing by FGs is a lot different than 1-3 getting your doors blown off 3 times.

If you predicted 0-4 and had the team looking at least halfway competitive in those 4 but are now 1-3, looking beyond inept in those 3, would you not expect there to be a different reaction?

"I felt we gave a strong effort out there."

So...just the tip then?

I don't give a damn if it helps Buffalo in theory or not. New England can lose every week.

Feel like I heard something about Bob being down with the gang scene in LA, sorta like DeSean Jackson or am I misrembering?

I haven't bought a jersey since Takeo Spikes.

He's still a clown.

I think that's insulting to plants. Even vegetables.

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Like I said, we should both be happy to live the lives we live. I get to visit that world every day for my work, I don't have to stay there. I gave you two examples from the same day with the same cop, if you want to dismiss them go ahead. Maybe I'm wrong, like I said. Maybe that 20 something black guy walking up the road had just robbed a house. Maybe the cop just didn't have his timing gear set up yet when i blew past him. Maybe, just maybe, I'm right though. Like I said, people say what they really think after a couple beers in a socially comfortable place. I've heard stories from the cops own mouths. That's not false narrative. Going back through what I said I believe I acknowledged that the vast majority of law enforcement are good people. They are. I firmly believe that. There are also some who very much aren't. They are people I wouldn't have in my home again and one is a member of my extended family. So I'm left with two choices, either they made up terrible stories that made themselves and a few of their compatriots look like awful people, or they were telling the truth. Working in the community I work in I'm left with 2 choices either ALL of the people I have heard complain about issues like this over the course of 15 years have been lying even though there was zero gain for them to do so or at least some of them have been telling me the truth. Now take the situations I've seen in person, not just the 2 relatively silly ones I presented you with. Have I misinterpreted ALL of those situations over the course of a lifetime? Maybe. I don't know you and I don't know how you live your life. My recommendation for anyone reading this is to go to the worst neighborhood you can find and do some work there. Find a place to volunteer. Do something to help out. Not as a high and mighty isn't your life terrible sort of thing, as an actual caring human being who wants to help a little without judgment. I make that distinction because I see people at my church who think they are great people because they volunteer when really the only reason they are there is say they did it and get an atta boy from their rich friends. The second they go back to their world nothing changes in their attitude or language about the people they went to "help". Not just once or twice either, really get involved and be there enough so you can learn the lay of the land. You will come away from it with a different perspective on things. I went into the hood in Camden, NJ for a job at age 22 thinking I knew something about the world and the way it was. I was very wrong. Again, none of this excuses people and their poor choices. Far from it. You at least gain some insight as to why people do what they do and gain a little empathy for their situation. You see things you will never see in the suburbs (or the countryside for that matter), as people get to know you you will hear things that you will never hear in the suburbs. It is a completely different world and it might be less than 10 miles from your house. It's really easy to minimize these things and blow them off as hype when it's not happening to you or to people you know or care about. Rather than jumping up and down saying it's not an issue, how about taking a step back for a second and just trying out the other perspective. What if it IS an issue for someone else? Like a real issue, not just a lie they tell themselves to feel better about the world or to assign blame to someone else for their problems. What if something like this did happen to someone you love. How would you feel about that? How would it change your outlook on the world?

Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night. Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night. Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. And you, my father, there on the sad height, Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light. -Dylan Thomas