Cotton Fitzsimmons

Maryland, my good fellow... Just imagine the first time Allen slings one into the hospitality tent during 7 on 7 work!

Oh well Art’s the kind of guy who doesn’t mess around. He knows all his sports, he knows every town. Basketball, football, baseball, hockey... oooohhh from Calgary to Boston and of course Buffalo! They call him Art Wander... Art Wander

A Shetland Quarterback, if you will...

YE OLE once wrote a fantastic parody about Trent, entitled “Football Wizard.” Naturally it was set to the tune of Pinball Wizard. What could have been...

MrEps, my good friend... you are spot on per usual. If there’s any legitimacy to the speculation that Luck can be had, this must be priority one. Now YE OLE is just spit balling here, but envision a scenario where Mike McCoy is calling plays and designing a system with Luck under center in Buffalo.

Brianmoorman4Jesus, my good friend, truer words have not been spoken. You are spot on all around!

What’s good, gents? What’s good? Let’s cheer the Colts to victory today for posterity sake!

YE OLE believes what my good friend T-Bomb is saying is that he picked the Bills to win before he picked them to lose. Therefore full marks for T-Bomb... Dilly Dilly!

Senator, my good friend, you are spot on per usual!

Youngmack, my good fellow.. you are spot on! We can only imagine the vicious array of screens that THE CHANIMAL would draw up for Shady

DC Tom, my good friend... YE OLE concurs. It must be done for POSTERITY SAKE!

YE OLE is also getting some nonsense error when trying to sign up for GamePass. Tried multiple cards/payment methods, nothing will go through. McBean, were you ever able to get it to work?

Big Cat, my good friend, YE OLE has had nothing but problems with Gamepass and in previous years the preseason streaming package. Every year YE OLE comes back for more and it never works. In week 1 of the preseason this year after an hour of frantically attempting to log in and getting redirected back to the main page, YE called the customer service number. Of course, no answer there... just a busy signal over and over. After multiple calls, YE OLE took to the online chat... also to no avail. That just timed out after several minutes with no response. Finally, after having been bested by these shysters at every turn, YE OLE emailed support and asked them to please fix it so I could log in or I would cancel my account. 24 hours later a response came that stated "Thank you for contacting support, your account has been cancelled." And the few times the service has worked, it's been very glitchy and the video quality gets very choppy. YE OLE has a reasonably strong internet connection and no problems at all with any other streaming services.

Hammersticks my good friend... how have you been? YE OLE has also been scouring the interwebs per chance to catch a glimpse of tonight's festivities. YE OLE is vaguely familiar with the parascope but as of yet no luck on a potential feed for the scrimmage.

Promo, my good friend, you have hit the nail on the head per usual! Schopp's absolutely demeaning attitude toward every caller was especially ridiculous given his take on today's game. He goes on and on about how he'd rather the Bills have lost this game, but how would THAT post game have sounded. Had the Bills lost in that scenario that would somehow make things better? You can only play the opponent in front of you. It might not be the greatest win ever, but it's better than laying another egg out there. And we've seen Bills teams over this drought do just that in these situations. Aside from today's nonsensical point of view from Schopp, his schtick got old long ago. If you call his show, he either completely disregards you or confronts you to let you know what an idiot you are. Clearly in his mind, no one caller has risen to his superior level of intellect and would ever be remotely capable of adding an interesting take to the conversation. For this reason, YE OLE, would never bother calling in and would gladly welcome any and all alternatives for some good Bills talk.

YE OLE concurs, my good friend! The worst part of the field position battle that seems to get guys like Marrone so jazzed is how little is gained. The fact is every time he elects to punt around the opponents 40 yard line we end up with a touchback OR Schmidt's latest trick is pooching it down there to force a fair catch right around the 18-19 yard line. Who cares about that? If we actually got the opposition pinned down down around their own goal line I could see the benefit. The problem is it's a lot higher percentage that you pick up 4th and 1 than down a punt inside the 5. It kind of gets back to Marrone punting down 2 scores late in the game. Better chance of getting a first down there than recovering an onside kick.

One fateful night YE OLE got lost in Toledo looking for the train station and wandered into a dimly lit gas station. The station attendant peering through his steel cage at YE OLE coldly stated "I do not know where that is" when asked about THE AMTRAK. Before YE could take refuge back in his vehicle... a group of hooligans and ne'er do wells came riding in and started circling the pumps, entrapping YE on the premises. The jig was almost up, and YE OLE was afraid he was going to get THE BLADE that night. TRUE STORY, gents!

D-Line is THE WHIP! Philip "cry me a" Rivers Sacked again... Bills win

Perhaps YE OLE could have an hour long daily show dedicated to a variety of shenaniganz and tom foolery. YE OLE 'POWER HOUR' if you will.

Lest we forget Bob Trimble, Ricky Jay, and the weekly segments with Ivan "THE IMPALER" Who can forget that classic moment when Brinson introduced Ivan as "The impaled one" to which Ivan quickly protested that he is the impalER not the impalEE. That was sports talk at its finest, gents!

Deano, my good friend, thank goodness the hiatus is over. YE OLE was runnin all willy nilly around here like "Where ya at, DEANO?"

Deano, my good friend... you are spot on per usual! Bon Jovi... you sir are a MAROON!

xsoldier, my good friend, YE OLE couldn't have said it better himself.

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