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Well, dumber things have been attempted and accomplished. The good burghers of St. Petersburg, Florida, built what is now Tropicana Field, which was opened in March 1990. When did they finally get an MLB team? March 1998. Eight years of tractor pulls and KC-&-The-Sunshine-Band. If you Google Tropicana Field, MLB has some sort of clause to allow them to take a leave of absence in 2010. Hope they didn't lose all the business card from the tractor pull teams. So some yahoo wants to build a stadium in Los Angeles? 1) Hope his architect isn't from St. Petersburg. 2) Hope MY tax dollars aren't funding it.

And then you end up with Jerry Jones, with that attitude, who wants to spoon-feed you his excreta on a daily basis because you failed to speak up and say "Hey, 'Mr.-Winning-Is-Everything, I rather don't like to eat your excreta". But by that time, you inbred little moron, it's too late, isn't it?

I'm guessing she cleans up well. Just needs to brush the teeth after the KFC, and she's ready to go.

I realize it's a pointless exercise to attempt to keep the usual numb-nuts away from this post, but I thought I'd toss one out to the Dolphins/Jets/Pats* trolls that scurry along our walkways here at Two Bills Drive. "Squish the Fish" is a mantra here in Western New York. Always has been, always will be. This is what we say when the Bills play Miami. We don't know why, but we just do. Two questions for you: 1) Is this a Buffalo expression. or do Jets and Pats* fans use this as well? 2) Does your fan base have a similar expression regarding the Bills? I mean, aside from "Bills Suck", "Dick Sucks", "Ralph is Cheap", "Ralph Sucks"...? Something like "Kill Bill", or the like?

Depends on how old the house is. Two suggestions to look for: 1) If it's an older house, the tank might be fine, but the leach field might be shot. Not to get TOO basic here, but your tank is draining into a series of perforated pipes (usually about 4" in diameter, measuring about 15' in length fabricated of PVC). If the house is real fuggin' old, the holes will have eventually filled in with sediments and roots, and will no longer allow "gray water" to percolate from the septic tank into the lawn. You'll have to locate the exit channel from the septic tank, and then locate the leach pipes, and then....yep....dig 'em up and empty 'em out. It's just me, but I'd recommend dumping them into a neighbor's pool after dark, but I get asked to leave a lot, so take that for what it's worth. 2) If it's a newer house, you might have a simple solution. Trace your main "Shower Drain" from your bathrooms to the septic. The odds are - in newer houses - you're going to find that it hits a "U-trap". Just like the "U-trap" that you'll see under your sink drain. Except this is more like 3" in diameter. Sludge builds up on an annual basis in the U-trap, and has to be manually scooped out. Hair, soap film, etc., all clogs it up. I find that it usually has to be drained somewhere around February when it's the worst fuggin' time in the world to drain a trap. It smells like hell, and you have to have the ability to overcome your gag reflex, and you really learn the value of having good lung capacity, because you're going to have to hold your breath like your life depends on it. But once you get this "lard" (and I use that term loosely) cleaned out, things roll along just fine. Have a good set of rubber gloves available, and lots of booze on the other end.

I'm sure you'll be throwing your hat in the ring.

George Seifert comes to mind. Talk about a guy that should have quit while he was ahead.

Grow a new thumb.

I know this thread belongs in "Off the Wall", but this is just a great, great thread. SO Upstate New York. Brings up a lot of rivalries between my Liverpool-based cousins and myself from 40 years ago. Being a Rochester guy, there's no question. Zweigle's. The rest of you should just back off. Heid's? Hoffman's? Nice, and all, but it's like the Amerks and 'Crunch'. Who the hell names their hockey team the 'Crunch'? Probably the same city that can't make a hot dog worth a schit.

Yes, but Metzelaars was about 8' 11" tall. He'd make a first down simply by falling forward. It was like watching a redwood being felled without the environmental consequences.

For awhile there, Los Angeles had two teams - one originating from Cleveland, the other from Oakland. Both beat Tampa when they had that flamer on the helmet.

Rome isn't falling, it's burning. And Rome isn't burning. This is just a very emotionally fragile place. And not just at this moment, but all the time. The Bills are going to win tomorrow. Everybody take a friggin' deep breath.

How 'bout you? Go away.

This is just so primally idiotic. Of course the Bills will win. Next topic.

And anyway, we're going to beat the Fish, in both our humble opinions. Everyone needs to lighten the "F" up.

Oh, don't worry. My point is that it's a lot easier to make statements like these when it's not your money. I think 99% of the "Owner/Geniuses" on this board would not have the testicular fortitude to back up their actions if the money was coming from a wallet located in direct proximity to said testicular fortitude. Ah, the beauty of an internet chat forum. Everyone's "Wile-E-Coyote, SOOPER Genius". The other 1% would already be flipping burgers.

Nor would you, I would guess.

Tell me something. Aside from the fact that you're having a hard time with the "walking upright" thing... Why...the "F"...would you trade Marshawn Lynch? I'll await your response in fingerpaint mode.

Jesus. Lighten up. The Bills are going to win this weekend. Have a little faith, baby. Have a little faith.

Not meaning to continually geek out about the weather, but I just had a face-to-face (literally) with the joys of Upstate NYs weather, and how it might affect tomorrow. I just got back in from what will probably be the last boat ride for the season in the eastern basin of Lake Ontario. Low gray clouds with a 10 mph wind from the SE (very strange for these parts, but there it was). I know it was 10 mph because I traveled WITH the wind for a few miles, and watched the speedometer on the depth finder, and the flag on the aft light lay flat against the pole. I was going at wind speed at 10 mph. The leaves were changing, the geese floated overhead, the world was right. All good things must come to an end, and I brought her about, bow-into-the-wind to get back to the marina. Any math majors out there? If I'm moving at 10 mph, and heading into a 10 mph headwind...that's right, it's a 20 mph wind in my face. DAMN! I couldn't imagine throwing a football in that crap and being successful at it. Particularly if there's rain blowing along with it. I mean...DAMN! I could barely see through the spray. If that wind comes in tomorrow off the lake at the predicted 15mph sustained with 20+ mph gusts...DAMN! Bring your ground game!

I dunno, dev. I can't shake memories of the Buffalo-at-Indianapolis game in 2006. You know, the year the Colts won the Super Bowl, and the Bills, well, sucked. Again. Manning was supposed to SLAUGHTER the Bills in Indianapolis. Remember that? The Bills lost - goodness, what a surprise. But they only lost by a point, because the defense got on Manning like no one had gotten on Manning. I dunno, dev. I just dunno. Don't write IN a win. Don't write 'em OFF just yet...

I personally couldn't give a rat's hairy exit chute what any of the announcers on ESPN has to say about anything, unless it's something like "The meteorite is expected to impact Upstate New York in 30 minutes, so hurry up and make a play for the hot wife across the street while you still have a pulse". And I'd make sure I Tivo'd it so that I'd have an excuse in case the meteorite missed, because that would be MY luck. That having been said, let's not deal with what those chowderheads have to say, for chrissakes. Like they KNOW something? They're sitting behind that desk with no pants on. This is a fan board. Let me, as a fan, tell you something - I'm praying to whatever god I can rent that the Pats* schit the bed at Foxboro against the Falcons. Because if they do, in the words of Ross Perot, you're going to hear a "giant sucking sound" as that narcissistic house of cards crawls up its own back door and deposits a suppository with its own teeth. "F" the Pats*. I'm the Falcons' biggest fan this weekend. New England is going to represent the next living definition of "Self-Doubt" if that limp-wristed-nancy-boy franchise loses. Oh, blessed happy day. "Barrytown" - Steely Dan

If you're THAT good at predicting the weather, baby, there's a job for you wearing a tight sweater in an Atlanta television studio. Screw the Weather Channel. Per my earlier post, go to the National Weather Service, look up Buffalo, and play with the maps. And get a different sweater.

Well done, Ramius. And it's not just the second glass of Sauvignon Blanc talking. That was pretty good. "Paper Moon" - Nat King Cole

johnnyb, I got it. This was actually very funny. No sarcasm here - I got a good laugh out of it.