The rumors yesterday were that Cowher turned downs the Bills HC job. As awful as Cowher is as a human being, he still isn't idiotic enough to take over that train wreck of a team. But you know who would love to establish the run in a head position? Bob Bratkowski. The dynamic playcaller has waited his turn and now it's Brat's time to shine.
Seriously Buffalo? You thought my conjoined mouth breathing twin and I were going to try to resurrect your mexican league football team? Bwahahhaaha. I haven't laughed this hard since I got to watch the black guy in the car in front of me get tasered for like seven times while he was convulsing on the ground. And yes, if you were wondering, I did call him the cops on him and told them that a scary negro had waved a firearm out the window of his car. But back to what I was saying, Buffalo/Toronto is not my kind of town. They aren't even centering all of their blame on TO, that cancerous diva. He's so slow. It's almost like he hasn't had to run from a cop in years. It makes me depressed that that is a world we all have to live in. A grown ass black guy not being hassled by the cops is some sort of greek tragedy. And I sure as hell don't want to have to Canada more than my usual amount of never. I respect how they have kept their population mostly white, but they are dirty foreigners nonetheless. God canadians are awful, with their dirty hands and cold lifeless beady eyes. Xenophobia! It's sort of my passion these days.