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captainsblogNot entirely. Yesterday was actually a pretty good day in a lot of ways. Still, the hangover from Sunday‘s absolutely ridiculous Bills loss continued to haunt. Already, it has acquired a shorthand of shitiness that enters it with the other two-word Buffalo sports experiences already inducted here:
Wide Right.
No Goal. (our lone Sabres honoree so far, unless you count Tank Season or Jack Eichel.)
Forward Lateral.
Hail Murray.
Thirteen Seconds.
They are now joined in infamy by this week's new inductee:
Fumbled Snap.
Clearly, the Two-Word Walk of Shame should be given a permanent place of enshrinement on the site of the Bills' new stadium in,
Where Else?
Orchard Park.
I’ll spare you the sportsball specifics if you don’t understand or care, but all last week, Bills Mafia was in a tizzy over whether our superhuman quarterback would even be able to play this past weekend after suffering an injury near the end of the previous weekend’s heartbreaking last minute loss. The Hallmark sections of stores were full of positive kardma:
and sure enough, there was Josh, dressed and ready to go. By the start of the fourth quarter, it looked almost anticlimactic that the Bills would win; then a defensive player got injured, an opposing player ran 81 yards untouched for a touchdown, and then even weirder shit started happening. You can click for the specifics below....
But before we knew it, we were barely ahead, then barely behind, then tied at the final gun, then we lost another coin toss, we let the opponent score, and on the final play, Josh proved that maybe he isn’t Superman after all. There may even be whispers in the locker room about the unspeakable:
What else would explain him suddenly having a higher completion rate on his passes to guys on the other team? Or committing the only booboo that could have cost them the win in the final minute of the game by fumbling the snap?
Never mind the overall misfiring. I’ve just got three specific sets of play calls near the end that are making me scratch my head down into my neck. In order:
1- you have a 10 point lead, never mind that’s down from 17 because you let a guy waltz 81 yards in for a score, but you got the ball back with relatively little time left. Why the fuck do you call three straight pass plays? All go incomplete, about 16 seconds come off the clock, and you give them plenty of time to run another touchdown drive.
2- when Minnesota does get the ball back, you stick them in fourth and 18, you get the two-minute warning to coach up the defensive play, and your idiot DB goes for the interception instead of just batting the ball away. That gives their Superman a tip that he pulls in for a catch. You just lucked out that the dude missed the extra point so you could torture us even more after that.
3- and saving the worst for last, even after that, you still have a 4-point lead after an amazing goal line stand, but you take over on downs at your own half yard line. TAKE THE FUCKING SAFETY. Your QB hasn't practiced all week; I half wanted the backup QB in there for that snap. By the time they get the ball back deep on a free kick, there won’t be any time left for them to score again. Or, if you wanna show off your cojones, take a shotgun snap and THEN take a sack for the safety if nobody is open. What you don’t do is what you did, which is risk an opposing TD.
I think it's Triskaidekaphobia. Everybody over there is so afraid of Thirteen Seconds happening again, they plan against it and allow other disasters to happen. In a flash, the Bills went from the top team in the entire conference to the third place team in their own division. They're still in the playoffs with the easier half of their schedule ahead, but hey! Next Sunday's at home and they're predicting a snowstorm! That takes away Josh's advantages as a passing quarterback, although with the Y-word going, we may be better off letting him just hand off and run himself for the afternoon.
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Speaking of safeties, I have now installed my own workplace safety sign:
The Bills' losing spilled over into my own Monday morning, when my own streak of trivial cluelessness continued. You get points for answering correctly, but the final score is determined by how many points you and your opponent assign to the same questions being asked of both of you. Not only have I failed to win in six tries this time round and in 11 straight going back to the previous season, I have gifted the other player the maximum three-point present in four out of the six matches since the current season started.
That, fortunately, is only a game. The rest of yesterday went pretty well until things got confusing at the end, just like the day before in Orchard Park.
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I awoke to check on whether a client's PayPal transfer of a client's filing fee had made it to me. It left their account on Thursday, but to get it into my actual bank account, I opted for "regular" processing rather than Paying my Pal the five-dollar vig to get it instantly. I forgot about Friday being a holiday, though, and it also didn't show up over the weekend.
What did show up first thing Monday (right before the PayPal finally did) was an unexpected payroll deposit from my part-time lawyer gig. Usually, when a Friday payday is a holiday, it posts the day before, but this time there was nothing on the 10th, the 11th or the weekend. I wasn't expecting much if anything this time around and had no idea what it was; so, since I had some other Rochester things to take care of, I went in there yesterday morning to figure it out. Turned out they're cleaning up some accounting entries and it was all a few bucks here, a few bucks there that had come in over the past few months that they'd never paid me on. That gave me a little extra cushion this week, so I stopped at Record Archive before hitting the office there and grabbed the previously ungrabbable local diva's CD that Amazon still hadn't shipped to me.
Canceling the Amazon order was a lot easier than, say, ordering soup from them:P And proving the worth of the whole effort: I could've had the entire album as a slightly cheaper mp3 download four days ago, but you miss out on the little things that only come with real packaging. Like this:
You're welcome:)
I also grabbed Springsteen's newest collection and a used CD from a beloved folkie. That gave me a few hours to finish a mailing project on deadline for yesterday from the office there; they moved my workstation but I now actually sit next to a human being instead of having my back to everyone and looking out at a firehouse. They do a 12:00 whistle like East Meadow always scared me with a kid; some was the noise, but mostly it was the fear put into us by air raid drills. As the legendary Robert Klein remembered it: What if the Russians bombed at 12 o'clock? They're not idiots- "Ve bomb at 12 o'clock, Ivan, they don't know, they theenk it's lunch!"
The few hours then got giveneth and taken away. I was scheduled for My Left Foot to get its first chiro treatment at 4 in the afternoon, so I figured I'd leave Rochester at 2 to get back to this area on time. It's a fair drive even from home, closer to Orchard Park than it is to our house, but a two-hour cushion should've worked fine. But then they sent an email confirming me for 4:40. Yay! Forty extra minutes! Time enough at last! to finish a few extra things, stop for a late lunch before hitting the 90, at 4:01 for the embarrassing phone call:
The 4:40 confirmation was for Wednesday's appointment. I'd missed that little fact. I'd also missed seeing the confirming email for yesterday's, because it came in over the weekend. They were quite kind about it, and we may be able to double up both treatments tomorrow, since the first one on the right foot went well and didn't seem to cause any soreness afterward. Best of all, I wound up not detouring down that way and got home a little earlier than expected. We continued our Coen Brothers repast with Miller's Crossing, have another recommended Paul Gross film to watch next, and will finish our binges of past-season Dead To Me and a new-to-us series called Somebody Somewhere with a comic Kansan named Bridgett Everett.
And that will be a win:)
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Date: 2022-11-16 05:03 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2022-11-16 12:44 pm (UTC)Most of the reviews that didn't like it questioned its plausibility. Being made before 2016, many things seemed implausible then that aren't now, so much.
And, no. We're so far backed up on so many things- now starting Somebody Somewhere, returning to Dead to Me, etc. etc. etc.
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Date: 2022-11-16 12:57 pm (UTC)