The Yachtsman

The Scizz has been on me all week to finish the Draft grades I promised our dear reader(s?) this past weekend.  I sat in front of the computer after work every night and tried to come up with things to say about our new picks and I simply couldn't muster the strength.  

The spirit did not move me to write anything... I simply don't trust the BrainMush @ One Bills Drive to do anything right anymore.  Why waste your time and mine trying to sugarcoat another shitty draft?  We picked three DBs, passed on a proven stud d-lineman for a skinnier/riskier Aaron Schobel, and reached on a couple linemen who could have been picked much later in the draft.  That's what's been running around my head these past few days, so there you have it.  Allen Wilson, I am not.

However, it's not like I don't have something to bitch about at length.  Being a Buffalo Sports fan, I'll always have something to bitch about.  And yes, something has been bothering me for quite some time.  It's this guy:

Larry Fucking Quinn.
 

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