Dukestreetking

Very interesting analytic framework. Well done, sir.

Dear sweet baby Jesus, Please don't let this guy pull a hammy in, say, late November. Is that too much to ask? Sincerely, (most) Bills fans

Very well said boater, good on 'ya. I fear too many of us live with Survivor's Guilt. It's punishing.

Thank you my friend: I am very familiar with this letter, as are many I've known in the field. If there's a more eloquent description of service and sacrifice, I do not know about it.

Hard core brother. Many thanks for doing this, in honor of LT Murphy (USN, SEAL).

break/break Sherpa, above, reminds me of a thought: If you've lost someone to battle--or, ultimately, to the Ravages once the guns are silent--feel free to leave their names here, to be etched in TBD granite. For me, too damn many, so I'll just note: COL McCarthy, 5th Grp SGM Lamantia, 5th Grp Moses (callsign) CAPT Pollard, 5th Grp MSG Rendina, 107th Bama (callsign) Mikey (callsign)

Deepest condolences for your would-be Uncle, and to Bruce Williams (I assume CMDR or above, I don't speak Navy). And thank you for your service...no kidding.

Amidst the beer, BBQ, and good holiday humor, today should also be one of somber reflection, if even briefly. For, this day, we humbly honor The Fallen: those who have given their lives--in battle and beyond--to this nation. Their deaths echo across lost futures, devastated families, loved ones, and friends, eternally mournful. But now they're just weathered dog tags, hard tears, and faded flowers, laid across wistful graves. So I'll paraphrase Lincoln and suggest it must be we, the living, who solemnly pay tribute to their service and sacrifice, or, I fear, they will just drift from our memory. Therefore I ask, most respectively: please take a few moments this day, bow your heads, and pray for our lost brothers-and-sisters-in-arms, and those bereaved. V/r, DSK

Gotta admit OMF, you're my favorite (slightly cranky!) old school Bills fan. You've definitely earned it brother.

Fair enough Promo, you are a gentleman and a scholar, good sir (not sarc). So, now, can we please move on to eating technique? Every WNY-er knows the Art of "One-Handed-Pushdown-One-Bite-Clean-Bone". Oh, but they will learn these young Padawan, they will learn.

I like all of their personalities, but believe I'm gonna be man-crushing over Mad Max and LJ.

Interesting Mango. As I know you're aware, Tren is popular in the "community" (note: I've never used it or any gear). But, to your comment: is/are there allowable trace amounts, or were you just kidding? I'm aware that it's a long cycle (40 or so days) so it would be dangerous to use vis a vis getting popped on a test.

Our Long Snapper's quads are much bigger than Dalton Kincaid's. We're doomed.

Dearest Terry, please bring Bills TC back to Niagara University, as it is now 3 min from my house. Your biggest fan, DSK (Hoping this will sway the organization, as I'm sure they monitor TBD)

Let's all hold hands and pray that LJ never becomes "King of Suck Balls Mountain" Nota bene: I don't think he will be; it's just an obscure/funny Barry quote involving No Ho Hank

I don't know man, his legs look skinny.

Nah Ridgeway: the lil guy has way bigger feet than me.

Since everyone is throwing their weight around: I'm 5'8, lean, low center of gravity 182.** Many, many years of training. Basically, I resemble a 'roided out Attack Hamster. To the point: pictures are deceptive, but...yikes, dude ain't looking Beane yoked. ** all natural

Brother, I appreciate the general sentiment of your posts. But I seriously doubt 17 has the psyche to go Full Ari Gold (as when Mrs Ari went back to acting).

Continuing the theme: I survived three tours in IZ w a very close friend, call sign Moses. Two days home after his last deployment: 4th of July on the Potomac, he slipped on a boat, hit his head and fell into the river. That was that. Incredibly sad. Hug your kids and friends, boys.

Pardon the play on words...but this is way too logical and thoughtful for the football ecosystem. Hot takes man. That's what I expect 24/7: hot takes injected straight into my veins.

...and Transient for the win, Best Popular Culture Reference

Prophetic. Nice call Sooner.

That'll work. However... Was not an armored guy, but 1stAD boys/girls in-theater used to call the main gun "Big Dog" or "Big Iron". As in "when the Big Dog starts barking, you know you're in the sh*t". Someone correct me if my memory sucks azz.