Will the Bills still have an official apple sponsor now that McDermott has been fired?

Tom Brady looks like a serial killer.

Felt good time traveling with Gabe Davis today. Go Bills!

Divorced dads in real estate who thrived on low interest rates…and don’t realize it…the worst.

Moment of luxury.

Self-medicating and listening to Karen Dalton. Peace and love.

When Bobby Brown’s My Prerogative came on in the Italian deli yesterday, I thought, “this is a great song,” while I waited in line.

Daughter has been blasting Simon & Garfunkel every morning this month.

I am so tired…and so jacked up!!!! Go Bills!

Go Bills.

Starting to refer to the overgrown corner of the yard as my weed gym. The porcelain berry vine will be here long after I am gone. Respect.

Daughter: Can we go to a restaurant where they’re showing Speed with the sound down?

Survived the annual parents vs. kids pick-up soccer game.

Celebrating a day off from work.

Yankees are a bunch of cops.

In Bills country, it’s not glass half full or glass half empty — that’s just a halfway point to a fresh beer. It’s four Super Bowl appearances vs. four Super Bowl losses.

Sick setlist this morning: yard work>beer and Italian sub.

Walking around the garden with a glass of bubbly, pulling weedlings.

Hi, Felicia.

Spending some quality time with this absolute unit of a book.

Trying to keep it chill this morning.

G&T always hits harder after yard work.

Chilling the fuck out.

Gradually getting the sushi spot near my house accustomed to me popping in sporadically for a drink.

Your Party appears to have overtaken Candi as my daughter’s favorite Ween song.

A full spectrum of Full Spectrum. Killer comp.

Telling my family that if they want to watch football, it’s 1.5 hours of Bruce Smith sack videos on YouTube.

Sunday, Sunday.

This tape still goes so hard. Still remember the first time I hear it on tabs out.

Drinking a beer in the alley with my neighbor. Moment of luxury.

Wish I were revisiting Susan Alcorn’s oeuvre under happier circumstances. RIP.

Can the Bills beat the refs and the Patriots? Does it count as two wins.

Daughter about new Orcutt: “This holiday music is good!”

Pumping up the jams over here. Je Suis Le Petit Chevalier, L’Enfant Sauvage.

Billsgasm.

Beat some 80 year-olds in pickleball, talked about books, and then got drunk while screaming along to the Bills’ victory.

So spoiler. We were doing this anyway but retweet my future wife anyway because GO Bills

As we say in Baltimore, “cheers…and go Bills.”

Love when the Jets dial up “false start” from their playbook.

Maybe Diggs can retire at halftime and sign with the Bills?

Stop! Hamlin Time!

Hey ey ey ey.

No commercials, but more Collinsworth? No thanks. Hit me with an insurance ad.

In-laws are out of my house and Josh Allen is in the end zone. Go Bills!

Bro-ing out this morning.

Let’s get this party started.

Bills are makin’ it happen now!

Acing the SAT: Saturday Afternoon Tape. Inez Lightfoot and Felicia Atkinson were Rivière Amur.

Noguchi and Buckminster Fuller chopping it up.

Waiter, I’ll take my fish squished. LET’S GO BILLS!!!!