"I pledged my head to a holy love. Put down the paper, picked up my guns. We'll take the hill, me and the Thunder sons. We won't quit till Thy Kingdom Comes."
"They claim that I am unbalanced, unsound and a little bit crazy. While I plead guilty to that last charge, I am confident that God will raise up other unbalanced, unsound, and crazy writers to cry with me the French Easter liturgy: L'amour de Dieu est folie! (The love of God is folly!)" - Brennen Manning
Well, the draft is over, whether we have a season still hangs in the balance - what’s nine billion dollars among friends – and Ethan and I still dream of football. We still choose to Bill-ieve that Buffalo can make the playoffs. Fitz will be our quarterback, we will have a host of sexy receivers, and Lights-Out Merriman along with our brand new toy, Marcell Dareus, will be our new anchors of hope for a better defense and a winning, even playoff season. However, until the new season starts (crossed fingers) we will watch the NFL network and pray.
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