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Loving this just take the easy yards they apparently want to gift us mentality

Allen adds 4 TDs to his MVP bid

add that one to the yikes files

after a slow start, the bigger, stronger man simply choked the smaller man into submission

is this prime Groot?

obligatory this Davis guy...

I guess now it's time for me to give up I feel it's time Got a picture of you beside me Got your lipstick mark still on your coffee cup Got a fist of pure emotion Got a head of shattered dreams Gotta leave it, gotta leave it all behind now Whatever I said, whatever I did I didn't mean it I just want you back for good Whenever I'm wrong just tell me the song and I'll sing it You'll be right and understood

Love all the answers. I was provided ample food and shelter but was deprived of a console as a child. There is a woe was me in there somewhere. Anyway, might have some weird answers, and these aren't in any significant order... also all were on PC because that's all I had: 1. Earl Weaver Baseball 2. Hockey League Simulator -> Eastside Hockey Manager 3. TV Sports Basketball 4. Madden 2K5 (Still the greatest football sim ever especially if you had the multi-year draft cheat sheet and could stock your franchise with hall of famers found in the 5-7th round) 5. Links 386

Personally, have to agree with live in the moment sentiment. High as a kite after a win and as low as the (Mariana) trench after a loss. The same range during the game as Gunner mentioned upstream about the gameday thread being a stream of consciousness. I will be suicidal after a bad play and 5 minutes later, riding a MDMA-like high (not that I would know) after a great play. This is obviously exacerbated by how much alcohol was consumed. I don't post much, but my history will show last year was particularly negative for me. Might have posted some things that would have hurt Sean McDermott's feelings (of course not, but the toxicity was real). For me, perhaps it's a bit of BBFS syndrome combined with some mind-numbing losses straight from playoff-drought central casting that had me questioning my (in)sanity for subjecting myself to this kind of torture every week. Oddly enough, despite my (recent) toxicity, and fears of seasons unravelling... it hasn't happened under this regime's watch. Don't get me wrong, we seem to like circling the drain during our annual mid-season swoon, but the men always get it done and have stormed into the playoffs each year that we've been legitimately "good". And while I don't have the pre-dynasty benchmark for how bad a team can be, like most of you, I endured/survived the drought. So I also know what the range of mediocre through terrible looks like. TLDR: for me, I flip-flop between "we're good, we've seen what the alternative looks like" to "we're wasting a franchise quarterback's prime and we may never have another again". Combine that with "there's a curse or something hanging over us, and we still do Billsy things". And as a PS, have to agree that being critical is part of the experience.

I woke up this morning Didn’t recognize the man in the mirror Then I laughed and I said, “Oh silly me, that’s just me” Then I proceeded to brush some stranger’s teeth But they were my teeth, and I was weightless Just quivering like some leaf come in the window of a restroom I couldn’t tell you what the hell it was supposed to mean But it was a Monday, no, a Tuesday No, a Wednesday, Thursday, Friday Then Saturday came around, and I said "Who’s this stupid clown blocking the bathroom sink?" All he ever wanted Was to be someone in life that was just like All I want is to just have fun Live my life like a son of a gun I could be one thousand miles away But still mean what I say

I missed out on some great live music I was young and underfunded (completely broke). Now that I am much older with slightly more funds, have been enjoying it when the schedule works out. For 2024, Kurt Vile (@ Danforth Music Hall) at the end of June, and RHCP (Budweiser Stage) mid July. To end the summer, Kidz Bop (Budweiser Stage, don't laugh, it's for my children, really). Weezer (Scotiabank Arena), the Killers and The National in September (Budweiser Stage).

Get hot Get too close to the flame Wild open space Talk like an open book Sign me up Got no time to take a picture I'll remember someday All the chances we took We're so close to something better left unknown We're so close to something better left unknown I can feel it in my bones Gimme sympathy After all this is gone Who would you rather be The Beatles or The Rolling Stones? Oh, seriously You're going to make mistakes you're young Come on baby, play me something Like "Here Comes the Sun" Come on baby, play me something Like "Here Comes the Sun"

Spinning on that dizzy edge Kissed her face and kissed her head Dreamed of all the different ways I had to make her glow "Why are you so far away?", she said "Why won't you ever know that I'm in love with you That I'm in love with you?" You Soft and only You Lost and lonely You Strange as angels Dancing in the deepest oceans Twisting in the water You're just like a dream You're just like a dream

I'm trying to dig through old posts but does anyone remember last year's camp? Was there this much positivity? Am I going overboard on the optimisim? Loving the reports of how Allen seems to be having his best camp (EVAR). Just wondering how the two camps stack up. Any insight into how Dorsey "does things" vs Brady. It's early but I'm feeling better about the offense. It could also be the cumulative effect of having a solid core/foundation in place for years now. You have a base of players, coaches and front office "who've done this before, are professionals, are used to winning (the regular) season". Maybe at this point there's some autopilot (in a good way).

When I was young and give and take, and foolish said my fool awake When I was young and fever fell, my spirit I will not tell You're on your honor, on your honor Trust in your calling, make sure your calling's true Think of others, the others think of you Silly rule, golden words make practice, practice makes perfect Perfect is a fault, and fault lines change I believe My humor's wearing thin and change is what I believe in I believe My shirt is wearing thin and change is what I believe in

I keep on fallin' In and out of love With you Sometimes I love ya Sometimes you make me blue Sometimes I feel good At times I feel used Lovin' you darlin' Makes me so confused I keep on fallin' in and out Of love with you I never loved someone The way that I love you

I think it's that I feel more confused by the deal Love has shown me Little child, did you know that there's a light And it's gonna shine right through your eyes What do you think that life is like? Every time I look at you I go blind I go blind

Come to decide that the things that I tried Were in my life just to get high on When I sit alone, come get a little known But I need more than myself this time Step from the road to the sea to the sky And I do believe that we rely on When I lay it on, come get to play it on All my life to sacrifice Hey, oh Listen what I say, oh I got your "hey, oh" Now listen what I say, oh (oh)

Just when I'd stopped opening doors, Finally knowing the one that I wanted was yours Making my entrance again with my usual flair Sure of my lines No one is there Don't you love farce? My fault, I fear I thought that you'd want what I want Sorry, my dear! But where are the clowns Send in the clowns Don't bother, they're here

You'll have to excuse me, I'm not at my best I've been gone for a month, I've been drunk since I left These so-called vacations will soon be my death I'm so sick from the drink, I need home for a rest We arrived in December and London was cold We stayed in the bars along Charing Cross Road We never saw nothin' but brass taps and oak Kept a shine on the bar with the sleeves of our coats You'll have to excuse me, I'm not at my best I've been gone for a week I've been drunk since I left And these so-called vacations Will soon be my death I'm so sick from the drink I need home for a rest Take me home...

How you choose to express yourself It's all your own and I can tell It comes naturally, it comes naturally You follow what you feel inside It's intuitive, you don't have to try It comes naturally, mmmm, it comes naturally And it takes my breath away (away, away, away) What you do so naturally (turally, turally, turally) You are the thunder and I am the lightning And I love the way you know who you are and to me it's exciting When you know it's meant to be Everything comes naturally, it comes naturally When you're with me, baby Everything comes naturally, it comes naturally Ba-ba-baby

They drank up the wine And they got to talking They now had more important things to say And when the car broke down they started walking Where were they going without ever Knowing the way? Anyone can see the road that they walk on Is paved in gold And it's always summer They'll never get cold They'll never get hungry They'll never get old and grey You can see their shadows wandering off somewhere They won't make it home But they really don't care They wanted the highway They're happier there today, today

Got a bug from you girl But I don't need no cure I'll just stay a victim If I can for sure All the good love When we're all alone Keep it up girl Yeah, you turn me on I'm hooked on a feeling I'm high on believing That you're in love with me

I found an island in your arms Country in your eyes Arms that chain us Eyes that lie Break on through to the other side Break on through to the other side Break on through, ow! Aw, yeah Made the scene Week to week Day to day Hour to hour The gate is straight Deep and wide Break on through to the other side

Suck it in, suck it in, suck it in If you're Rin Tin Tin or Anne Boleyn Make a desperate move or else you'll win And then begin to see what you're doing to me This MTV is not for free It's so PC it's killing me So, desperately, I sing to thee of love Sure, but also of rage and hate and pain and fear of self And I can't keep these feelings on the shelf I've tried -- well, no, in fact, I lied Could be financial suicide but I've got too much pride inside To hide or slide I'll do as I'll decide And let it ride until I've died And only then shall I abide this tide Of catchy little tunes Of hip three minute ditties I wanna bust all your balloons I wanna burn all of your cities to the ground I've found I will not mess around Unless I play, then hey, I will go on all day Hear what I say, I have a prayer to pray That's really all this was And when I'm feeling stuck and need a buck I don't rely on luck because The hook brings you back I ain't telling you no lie The hook On that you can rely