Neo

What a difference a year makes. This is fun. I LIKE them. I believe they can win. I’m waiting for them to win. They came in waves. The Pens had deer in headlights eyes. And an EICHEL finish. Vampires .... you need a wooden stake.

This was just so much fun, again. Some teams trail and think they’re going to lose. Some teams trail and think they can win. Some teams trail and think they will win. The Sabres have become Vampires.

Face off schooled! Personally, I like the goals.

I remember hickey fun, too .... Carter was President.

Yikes, that was double ugly ...

Alex Galxhenyuk. Quite a price, in my mind, at the time. Looking good for The Habs, now. See the shooting percentage conversation in this thread, earlier, for context.

I like Max Domi. He’s a Type I diabetic. So was Bobby Clarke. Competing at that level is remarkable. Clarke’s era, even more remarkable.

PA channeling Flagg ... while remaining PA! It’s like The Boy With The Best Personality is also the Varsity Quarterback. Well done ...

NAO, NEO ... NEO, NAO ... AEIOU ... just missing I U ... I U? You Me? SabreSpace Scrabble!

“Balls to the Wall” is a wonderful phrase for the show’s vibe. A metaphor for so many scenes, themes and characters therein. For fun ... “balls to the wall” etymology.

I saw the film and I recommend it for all. It’s very good for everyone. It’s great for music fans. It’s awesome for Queen fans. For those who are Queen fans and have an appreciation for the era, the pop culture, the struggles and excesses, Bohemian Rhapsody is a powerful emotional experience. I had goosebumps and tears. Go to a large screen theater. Sit close and look up. Larger than life, larger than life.

The announcer just called Taron Johnson “Gilmore”. Numbers 24 ...

15 yards for playing football. Big play, flag, ticky tac touch, delay, officials conference, announcement .... who is quality control for this product?

Dimarco went higher to field the punt than Benjamin did to catch the pass. Man, I don’t like him at WR.

Most Ludacris? Well, it was in the back .. seat ... .... windows .. up ...

Twenty five years ago, or so, I was in a suite, in the Aud, entertaining clients at a Sabres game. I’m a salesman, and entertaining is hard work. My clients began floating single dollar bills into the crowd ... watching people jump and grab them. I asked them to stop, balancing career and propriety. They laughed at me. This is a true story. End zone, behind the goal. Security came. I am Eleven’s father.

I recognize you didn’t extend the challenge to me, but I’d eat TWO to meet you. Extra hot, without a drink.

If I swallowed another Yuri lure, hook, line and sinker, well .... fool me three times. If that’s you, you big, beautiful, bastard ... my best wishes!

Scipio! What a day. Patton at Zama, “It was here ...”.

Marcus Aurelius .. you had me at “Hello”. Welcome!

Less parsing and better prose. Pointing to slung mud is not slinging mud. Grateful!

I’m not sure pointing to slung mud is slinging mud. You assume.

Man, this is exactly what I wanted to say last night, but didn't think I'd be able to articulate it in a way people would understand. It's smear by "nudge, nudge, wink, wink" and "you know, right, right?" It's aspersion and innuendo of the dirtiest kind. You know, 'cuz he's white. You get it, right? C'mon, don't make me say it. Everybody knows what I'm talking about, right? If you call a man or an organization racist, man up and make your case. I'm not that smarter than that, either.

I was referring to Flagg being on the receiving end of a vitriolic post ... there goes the mud. LTS, would you send me that playbook?

Absolutely nothing.