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It is where the swill goes to ferment.

For My Family and Friends, and that is enough for me.

I am not sure if any of the people I endlessly talked about football with would remember, but I really liked Rex Ryan as a coach. It was more in spite of the bombastic things than because of them.

It isn’t enough to make me consider watching the sport again, though. Nor is Fred ending up in Seattle, though that was enough to make me sad about the Bills again. I don’t even care to know more about the he said/she said of it all ever. Fred Jackson should have been allowed to retire a Buffalo Bill as long as he was healthy and able to produce.

I hope the Bills win the Super Bowl this year, though. Because I have two brothers and a Dad who are rabid fans still. I have countless friends and co-workers who run the gamut from die-hard to fair weather.

My brother in Colorado has been taking losing hard long since I gave that up. There were games that stung after awhile, but after becoming a father and seeing what truly matters at the end of the day, well a defensive back falling down or a receiver dropping a ball in the end zone, it stinks, but its a game.

A game versus nature. I will leave it at that. I know I won’t change anything but it changes everything to me. It is enough for me which means it should be enough for you. Despite how I feel I have never once wanted either team to fail. Have I thought of some of the recent struggles as a karmic kickback? Perhaps.

But the sun also rises, and the people of Buffalo are due. My friend Sue is the type of Sabre fan I am proud of. She was rooting for wins while others rooted for a tank. I would not have been behind the tank. Could not have been behind the tank. So every success the Sabres have I will be extra happy for Sue.

I have not filled the time with great swaths of writing or crafts or tangible wonderments to behold. I am pretty sure I perfected my Green Eggs and Ham, though. Sam I Am has a rather floaty voice. I will likely end up at a party at some point where football will be on or my son may want to start watching it.

I may try to steer him to hockey first, as I still watch random NHL games all season long. I can’t attach to a team. I am a retrired Sabre and Bills fan. Lindy coaching in Dallas intrigues me, but it is the Stars, I just can’t do it.  Beyond that, I tried to jump on the Jets when they came back. It is not meant to be.

I think that is okay. Because I do love that sport, hockey. I never once thought of watching another game or following another team besides the Bills. I loved that team, not so much the sport. I am sure aging has something to do with it, but I did watch half a game late October last year when a relative was in the hospital.

It was incredibly violent looking, even 6 weeks removed from watching. There was a tackle near the sidelines that was jarring to me.

I’m off in left field again.  For my family, for my friends, for the die hards,

Let’s go Buffalo.

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Posted by on 09/07/2015 in Dirt


The Walking Dead 2/8/15 Spoiler talk

The writers need to have mercy on me this season and keep their hands off Carol and Maggie.

The Greene family is my favorite traditional family to meld into Rick’s Grimes larger band.

Hershel was my favorite from the get go. His behavior throughout is how I perceive myself at my best- helping others, offering an ear and a word.

Also like Hershel, when bitten by darkness (his more literal) it took a friend to nudge me off those rails, to whom I am ever grateful. AMFM had a Grimes moment on my life. She rocks.

Back on task, Hershel has a terrible habit of many of my heroes- he lost his head much like my dear

**** Game of Thrones book one season one spoiler incoming ****

Ned Stark. I really enjoyed the character, have lived moments where empathy has caused me problems. I pick my spots better, I think.

So basically, less like Hershel and Ned in some major ways.

That left me with Maggie and Beth Greene as my Hershel connection. I may have shed a tear for Beth, though by that time she had found her strength, reminding me of Carol when she stepped up to Dawn, which lead quickly through dusk to night. I don’t see how we find day tonight. Maybe we don’t.

Carol- Certainly there are reasons to dislike, perhaps even loathe Carol. Sorry, I get Hershel and Ned Stark about her. Her husband was a piece of shit, her daughter- Sophia- became a zombie, dispatched by Rick (Roland of Gilead, *cough*)at the Greene farm.

The quest for Sophia almost drove Daryl Dixon to total madness. He was uncomfortably Apocalypse Now. He is a true friend to Carol. AMFM, if you will.

So Carol, especially after her redemption- as well as the larger groups descent into an altering rage (near an altar), well it is a different world. The Walkers have done a lot less direct killing. People are killing people with uncomfortable ease. Bob’s burgers took on a new meaning.

Maggie has Glen, so I have always worried less about her. When she was apart from the slaughter I was comforted. Hershel lives on.

But for how long?

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Posted by on 02/08/2015 in Dirt


Bouncing ‘Round the Tree

2015 has started cold in the city of Buffalo and it also continues to plague my creativity, well at least much of the expression of it. Tumble, tumble, tumble like laundry around my cranium.

I do have a number of things afoot, including a potential collaboration with a co-worker that came out of casual conversation.

I also have been getting great ideas at inopportune times. The shower, my muse. Traffic jams on the way to work, Hemingway level shit.

I have been getting the general ideas down, but it is not as magical as that moment. I am working on fleshing out the scraps, working them, manipulating and shaping. I need more time.

So it goes.

Quality family time is always the first objective. I need to guage whether or not I get to the point in story crafting where the moment gets sacrificed for a better future. I need to present that hard choice to myself, though. There is always a rub.

So, slow start to the year. No different than most. I am hoping to make it an exception, accompanied by endless, wonderful new experiences.

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Posted by on 01/14/2015 in Dirt


2015- the quest for strings of cogent thought

No large aspirations, no, I’ll keep it small. Not small Steve Martin style, nor small in stature or substance, rather small as in controllable, doable, achievable.

So I set forth on the same mission as ever, with more purpose, a belief that I can make happen whatever I may dream and a resolve to make the possible into probable.

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Posted by on 01/01/2015 in Dirt


Social Media mobs

It feels like we are stuck at the low hanging fruit stage of the internet informing people.

Instead of digesting what is laid out as “proof” of something it appears people are grabbing and eating these apples as if they are thr brand Ed Robertson sells in one of my favorite BNL songs.

It is easy to spot what bears more investigation. I am far from perfect in my grammar and syntax. Oh how I wish I were as good at spotting my own foibles as I am others. That raises a flag.

Worse is absolute opinion being presented as fact. If it is uproarious enough people will react without a thought. I have hopes that it is keyboard courage, but you never know. I’ve had dustups with people I am sure are decent. I learned from it.

I’m not sure exactly what all of this says about cognitive thought, other than cognitive disonance is not only on the rise, but is in a loving embrace with a growing segment of the population.

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Posted by on 11/30/2014 in Dirt


Lessons from a cardboard box

I have learned how to pace myself a lot over the last year plus. There are moments that force a hand, a relative in need plus my compunction to be helpful. I truly believe this impulse was ground into me from my 18 plus years of being an identical twin. Sharing was at a level most of the world treats anywhere from an illusion to ridiculous- we are knee deep in the “Where’s mine” phase of the world.

My Mother in Law is moving. She has worked hard to shield me from typical guy assignment- she reads my pain from the moment she reads my posture- though on this occassion digging in was required. She is behind in processing what to keep/what to dump. It was causing consternation for her. This will not stand, man.

So my wife and I went to deal with the store room. It was a time machine. There was a Sanio box proclaiming not only was this 19″ wonder’s box made in the USA, but so was the TV inside. Eureka!

We found more toss than keep, but there were gems between the piles of cardboard- a Poloriod camera, a few record players, Christmas decorations made by Grandma B. and so on.

Home Depot shopping cart loaded again and again (fascinating its role considering yesterdays diatribe) taken outside to sprinkle its contents amongst garbage and recycling.

It had gotten to a point where we started taking boxes outside to break down. I eyeballed that Sanyo box, jumped up and landed on it… only to stumble, chest hitting the cart, right pinkie finger getting caught in a hole, wrenched and the front of my left leg was treated to a “what if you were a washboard moment.

Today I am feeling more ramification than proper. It is like I went three rounds in an octagon with Box Lesner.

My wife tried to console me. She is my rock. But getting served by a cardboard box was humbling, telling as well as a missed opportunity as the big prize on America’s Funniest Home Videos. So it goes.

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Posted by on 11/24/2014 in Dirt


Fucking Fracking

Nothing has sapped hope for humanity from me quite like fracking. Search the blog if you want some past thoughts on the subject. This is likely to be a straight up rant.

Darth P purchasing what amounts to a core portion of my past primary entertainment sources is a blessing in disguise for many reasons.

The first week, the home opener was tough. I cried. Thirty years of the main tether to my Dad versus conviction. While I only hit golf balls with him once since I will cobble together a golf game and we can tether together over triple bogies. I can’t drink victory in the modern gladatorial stadium (though it will always remain a unique and treasured feeling- that hum), though I am made of Red, White and Blue; it’s just American, not Bills in nature.

The Buffalo News has been littered with more Letters to the Editor, encouraging us to reconsider fracking. Home Depot Billionaire I don’t give a fuck what his name is McGee is now adding the pressure of funding.

I am torn, barely.I see what the money has done. I’ve walked past and through the progress for the last three years. But if progress mean pollution, well, we are supposed to be moving past that if we are truly evolving as a society. This is shitting where you drink, folks.

I wonder if when the cost comes how long it will take people to blanch at it? It is invariably too late at that point.

I am not suggesting that this is cataclysmic, rather just very stupid. Short sighted? Oh yeah. People will get rich. The price, eh pass it on.

If fracking is allowed in New York State it is “check, please” moment for me and my family as residents. I didn’t stay local to see our rise come from this or to see our fall.

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Posted by on 11/23/2014 in Dirt