PastaJoe

I’ve been a fan since the OJ days in the 70’s. It peaked during the Super Bowl years when I’d swear and hit the wall after the losses. After that with the years of mediocrity I learned to accept that they’d likely never win a Super Bowl. So now I watch the games more objectively, don’t blame the refs, and don’t get emotional over wins and losses. Now my adult son is the one who’s in the emotional stage. He blames me for making him a Bills fan. 😁

The discussions after a loss are usually the most entertaining.

They haven’t looked right since the Tennessee game. It’s like they threw away the playbook that was working.

Might have tried it just to give the Jax D a breath.

I think it hit him in the sternum.

Obviously right, as the refs know the rules more than us.

He wasn’t unabated to the QB, the OL was in front of him.

If the D moves but doesn’t make contact then the OL can’t move before the snap.

Maybe try kicking towards the other goalpost? 🤪

I don’t make the rules.

The Bills are fortunate to be playing inept teams lately.

High hit on QB after pass not allowed.

Swearin' to God There's no one else on earth, I'd rather be Mm, swearin' to God You made me see, so I believed in you

Oh, little girl, in that case I don't want no part I do believe that that would only break my heart Oh, but if you feel like lovin' me If you got the notion I second that emotion

One day, beneath the lemon tree, my love and I did lie A girl so sweet that when she smiled the stars rose in the sky We passed that summer lost in love beneath the lemon tree The music of her laughter hid my father's words from me Lemon tree very pretty and the lemon flower is sweet But the fruit of the poor lemon is impossible to eat

I saw her walking on down the line You know I saw her for the very first time A pretty little girl standing all alone Hey baby, baby, can I take you home? I never saw her, never really saw her My baby does the hanky panky Yeah, my baby does the hanky panky

All our times have come Here but now they're gone Seasons don't fear the reaper Nor do the wind, the sun or the rain We can be like they are Come on, baby (don't fear the reaper) Baby, take my hand (don't fear the reaper) We'll be able to fly (don't fear the reaper) Baby, I'm your man

When the lights go down in the California town People are in for the evening I jump into my car and I throw in my guitar My heartbeat in time with my breathing Driving over Kanan, singing to my soul There's people out there turning music into gold

And if she asks you why you can tell her that I told you That I'm tired of castles in the air I've got a dream I want the world to share And castle walls just lead me to despair

There's a world where I can go And tell my secrets to In my room In my room

Precious and few are the moments we two can share Quiet and blue, like the sky, I'm hung over you And if I can't find my way back home, it just wouldn't be fair 'Cause precious and few are the moments we two can share

Cover me, when I run Cover me, through the fire Something knocked me out the trees Now I'm on my knees Cover me, darling please Hey-ey-ey-ey-ey Monkey, monkey, monkey Don't you know you're going to shock the monkey?

Saints could pick up Cam Newton, who says he’s now vaccinated.

Lowered his head and targeted below the waist. Hit his knee, could have blown it out. And it was unnecessary.