Panthers will have a chance to win this game against the Chiefs!
Panthers will have a chance to win this game against the Chiefs!
Other late games
Raiders 31 Chargers 26: Chargers once again lose in heart-breaking fashion. I feel so sorry for Herbert
Dolphins 34 Cardinals 31: Hey Dolphins, want to trade coaching staffs with the Steelers?
Biggest first half deficit that Brady has ever had.
The bears are who we thought they were
Nearly a perfect day......The Steelers won, and three people whom I despise, are together, getting their collective asses kicked....AB,BA, and TB.
Tampa bay sucs
AB snatched a laser about two feet over his head. Clearly he still has the reflexes.
38-0??!! Somebody is losing money in Vegas!
I don't think his talent or ability has ever been in doubt. But that guy is a cancer to any sort of locker room harmony your team might have. There's a reason why this guy isn't making 19 mil+ a year and not due to lack of ability
it's a shame, before he lost his mind he was already a shoe-in for the HoF, talk about career suicide
Saints all of a sudden are back to looking like contenders. Looks like their weapons are all back
AB snatched a laser about two feet over his head.
The Bird in the Tree Did What?
A bird somewhere high up
In that maple tree shit on
This poem I’m writing.
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We don’t need to lay our theories on the world. “The world is its own magic.” That’s what Suzuki said. A bird, for instance, somewhere high up in that maple tree just shit on this poem I’m writing. True story. Me and the bird, we’re together purely by accident in this brick canyon between 107th and 106th streets, New York City. It’s a beautiful morning. A bird-shitting, poem-making morning. On the other side of the fence is a gigantic oak tree with big fleshy leaves that flutter in the breeze eight stories above my head. What are those stories, I wonder, not the human stories, but the stories of the oak tree? I remember Georgia O’Keefe’s tree. The one she painted while visiting D.H. Lawrence at his ranch in the Sierra Sangre de Cristo above Taos. 1929. Her tree was a ponderosa pine, and beyond it was the deep infinite ocean of the New Mexico night sky. I've sat under that tree myself, 1996. The same tree that, in the river of itself, is a different tree now. And like that ancient Ponderosa Pine, this oak tree next door, with its many helter-skelter branches and leaves, perfectly expresses itself. A perfect expression of the universe. Form is emptiness and emptiness is form. And then we take the next step outside the door where form becomes form again just as emptiness becomes emptiness. Nothing is added, unless you count these words I write, watching the oak tree perform its exquisitely slow dance. Summer and autumn, winter and spring. Summer and autumn, winter and spring. The tree will be dancing long after I am dead. Why do we need to know? Why do we need anything else?
Posted by Both Sides / No Sides: A Zen Community at 6:56 AM
Bruce Arians...ouch!
Bell has been quiet since he's been with the Chiefs ... Not used a lot but also not a lot of production ... We'll see if that will change in the next few weeks but for now he's their RB backup.