The Cincinnati Kid

It’s not.

Because the Bills are on TV now?

🥱 Rankings are great until the games are played. The facts are that the QB does also play in the games, and Allen will get the most out the pass-catchers on the team. Well researched, well intentioned, well written, well, whatever. Games are played with all 11 of the players, not the ones Barnwell chooses.

I mean, content, right? An Eagles fan, who isn’t dialed into the Bills, has thoughts about the Bills. Cool. Next.

Sorry, friend. Condolences.

This will depend on formation. If the formation calls for Hawes to be off the LOS he will, indeed, be in the backfield.

Ok.

If the Bills lose Josh Allen for the season they better be losing every game they have left. Assuming the injury is not career ending, we’d rather draft high than win games.

I could give a toot about Diggs and his production in New England or La Liga. Who cares?

🥱 Get paid, TJ. Might only get one swing at the piñata. Make it count. Good on the players and agents for working towards the best possible deal.

I hear you and agree, the Fred Jackson and Joe Andressens of the world are out there. More often than not we see the Marcus Muphy or Christian Wade or some wide receiver who did something to make a highlight reel while at WVU or whatever but with no real chance. I don’t really care about the bottom of the roster. Those guys get churned through on every team to make room for vets, injury replacements, trades, etc. During the drought I was all about finding the diamond is the rough, but that didn’t typically work out in terms of wins.

Yeah, I mean, I cannot wait to get overhyped about someone at Fisher who won’t make the team. Best part of it for me. I don’t even watch the games after they inevitably cut our guy. Fools! That dude was gonna be a star!

It arriving.

Stevie was an animal. Loved that dude. Ahead of his time. Him with Josh and no penalties for celebrating would be so fun.

Tyreek Hill, future inmate, says something stupid. 🥱

My gosh, it’s like we haven’t gotten over the drought. We can have nice things!

Cool.

I can’t believe this is being discussed and there are people unsure if Allen will make the HoF. Good grief. I keep telling myself to stay away from TBD during the offseason…

Not like 4 years.

Who?

I think 6 players need to step up. Maybe onto a plyo-box or aerobics board. Not totally sure what they’re stepping on to… maybe they’re stepping up to something metaphorically… like stepping up to greatness. But, in professional sports your team is only as good as it’s weakest link so they all need to be as good as they can be for the Bills to be successful. Maybe in September I will put the snark away. Probably not. “My eyes feel like they’re gonna bleed…oh my god, here we go.”

Ballad of the Offseason Blues I. When April’s end had come and gone, The Draft now in the rear, The fan sat restless on his couch, His Sundays strangely clear. The picks were made, the grades were in, And now began the drought— No passes thrown, no chains were moved, Just talk and swirling doubt. II. He clung to tweets from beat reporters, On third-string guards with “pop,” And watched a clip ten thousand times— A UDFA’s one-hop. “He’s got the tools, he runs real fast, He might just make the team!” He whispered like a midnight priest Still chasing last year’s dream. III. He followed every rumor trail Of veterans unsigned, Debating cap and scheme fits while He slowly lost his mind. The news was thin, the takes were hot, The quotes recycled twice— “A culture guy,” “great motor,” and “His instincts are precise.” IV. He found himself at 2 a.m. Watching a Spring League stream, Where quarterbacks wore single digits And rosters changed mid-scheme. A fix, he said, a fleeting hit, A stand-in for the rush, Though half the plays were broken screens And punts went off the bush. V. Then one night drunk with YouTube tabs, He wandered far afield, To hurling’s ancient warrior sport, Where sticks are never healed. He learned of scrums and Irish flair, Of sliotars whizzing fast, And watched a rugby match or two— He even made it last. VI. But still he dreamed in spiral throws, In drives that chewed the clock, In goal-line stands and frozen turf And hits that made men rock. The calendar moved inch by inch, Each day a stubborn stone, Until that whisper, “Camp begins,” Reached deep into the bone. VII. And now he counts each minor sprain And watches drills on loop, As helmet cams and hype combine To reel him from the stoop. He knows this lull, this aching wait, Will end and bring delight— But still he bears the Offseason Blues, From draft ’til camp ignites. *Courtesy of ChatGPT*

“I’ll tell you why: you won’t always have a calculator in your pocket when you need to do division, or any math!” “Lady, have you seen my math scores? I’m not growing up doing something that requires math.”