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- Michael Pachla

Day 946

We are.. still here. This island of hopelessness. Despair. Animosity. Greif. Our God has long abandoned us, choosing to shine his light upon the golden arch of St. Louis. Ah, the main land, how I dream of it. I'm brought back to this agonizing reality that every time a new commander is put in charge to get us off this god forsaken place, he makes false promises and let's us down time and time again. Like the leaders that have come before him, we've called for his head and will continue doing so until we have it on a pike. We will joyously call out into the night that we're finally saved, and will have renewed optimism of escaping the Devil's Anus upon the arrival of our new commander.

Life has become difficult here. A band of trolls come to our camp nightly, often throwing their feces at us and themselves. We try to sleep, but their constant babbling about root beer and shine boxes has left us equally confused and terrified. I heard one of them rambling on about the One True God, who has left us long ago. The denizens of this island are no longer interested in the worship of this being, and it has become clear that only these extremist trolls keep him close to their cold, dead hearts.

A plague has been making it's way around the island this past year, and has made life insufferable. The good doctor has been mindlessly wandering for days, asking people to properly dispose of their straws and rather conveniently handing out his herbal hallucinogenics. I recall witnessing him have a two hour conversation with a sandcastle the other day. I was left bumfuzzled.

Elsewhere, the team responsible for getting us off of this island has been shuffled since my last entry. The Church of Larry has closed its doors and moved to Phoenix. A wonderful area this time of year. Legend has it that this Demigod is one of the most power men in the universe. Many doubt these legends. A boy named Kahun was sent to Siberia as punishment for his demand of more rations. A few more men were sent out to sea and we wish them well.

Sadly for the men who were air dropped into this sad existence, they've managed to be even less useful than the men we removed from our ranks! A man named Hall was supposed to assist our fearless leader, Captain Eichel, get us out of here. Instead, they've been bumbling about, as our commander has restricted their movements and are requiring they turn sand to gold. Mr. Reinhart and his boy, Dylan, has seemingly had the most success among the group, at least managing to put together some remnants of an escape vehicle. Some say the team needs more men to show passion. Others say they demand some donnybrook. We continue to be firebombed daily into submission. We yell out to the skies that we have no fight left, yet the bombing continues. Our commander let's us know everything is fine and to be patient. He tells taradiddles to us to keep us in line. Malarkey! We see through the lies. Bloviate fool. Half of us have lost extremities. Surely, this is not fine.

I sit here today not really wondering what we need, what we should have, and how it should be approached. My companions and I simply seek a way of escape, no matter the cost. Heaven save us.
- TheSabresTaco

oh my

Laaksonen, Jones having decent rookie seasons in Rochester.

Day 946

We are.. still here. This island of hopelessness. Despair. Animosity. Greif. Our God has long abandoned us, choosing to shine his light upon the golden arch of St. Louis. Ah, the main land, how I dream of it. I'm brought back to this agonizing reality that every time a new commander is put in charge to get us off this god forsaken place, he makes false promises and let's us down time and time again. Like the leaders that have come before him, we've called for his head and will continue doing so until we have it on a pike. We will joyously call out into the night that we're finally saved, and will have renewed optimism of escaping the Devil's Anus upon the arrival of our new commander.

Life has become difficult here. A band of trolls come to our camp nightly, often throwing their feces at us and themselves. We try to sleep, but their constant babbling about root beer and shine boxes has left us equally confused and terrified. I heard one of them rambling on about the One True God, who has left us long ago. The denizens of this island are no longer interested in the worship of this being, and it has become clear that only these extremist trolls keep him close to their cold, dead hearts.

A plague has been making it's way around the island this past year, and has made life insufferable. The good doctor has been mindlessly wandering for days, asking people to properly dispose of their straws and rather conveniently handing out his herbal hallucinogenics. I recall witnessing him have a two hour conversation with a sandcastle the other day. I was left bumfuzzled.

Elsewhere, the team responsible for getting us off of this island has been shuffled since my last entry. The Church of Larry has closed its doors and moved to Phoenix. A wonderful area this time of year. Legend has it that this Demigod is one of the most power men in the universe. Many doubt these legends. A boy named Kahun was sent to Siberia as punishment for his demand of more rations. A few more men were sent out to sea and we wish them well.

Sadly for the men who were air dropped into this sad existence, they've managed to be even less useful than the men we removed from our ranks! A man named Hall was supposed to assist our fearless leader, Captain Eichel, get us out of here. Instead, they've been bumbling about, as our commander has restricted their movements and are requiring they turn sand to gold. Mr. Reinhart and his boy, Dylan, has seemingly had the most success among the group, at least managing to put together some remnants of an escape vehicle. Some say the team needs more men to show passion. Others say they demand some donnybrook. We continue to be firebombed daily into submission. We yell out to the skies that we have no fight left, yet the bombing continues. Our commander let's us know everything is fine and to be patient. He tells taradiddles to us to keep us in line. Malarkey! We see through the lies. Bloviate fool. Half of us have lost extremities. Surely, this is not fine.

I sit here today not really wondering what we need, what we should have, and how it should be approached. My companions and I simply seek a way of escape, no matter the cost. Heaven save us.
- TheSabresTaco

Laaksonen, Jones having decent rookie seasons in Rochester.
- Buff36

Never heard of her. Must be no one.

Never heard of her. Must be no one.
- SDSabre

No NHL experience

Bro...

And you make fun of Ion for drinking? Did you have the WHOLE fifth?

You're closer to Ian Laperriere than to Lafreniere.

Zibanejad is very hard to spell, I'll give you, but there is no ' in it.
- Wetbandit1

Holy poop dude.
Whatever. You're either a complete idiot, troll or just plain butt hurt from getting your ass handed to you earlier so you're looking to hate on somebody, lol.
Pathetic actually.

Day 946

We are.. still here. This island of hopelessness. Despair. Animosity. Greif. Our God has long abandoned us, choosing to shine his light upon the golden arch of St. Louis. Ah, the main land, how I dream of it. I'm brought back to this agonizing reality that every time a new commander is put in charge to get us off this god forsaken place, he makes false promises and let's us down time and time again. Like the leaders that have come before him, we've called for his head and will continue doing so until we have it on a pike. We will joyously call out into the night that we're finally saved, and will have renewed optimism of escaping the Devil's Anus upon the arrival of our new commander.

Life has become difficult here. A band of trolls come to our camp nightly, often throwing their feces at us and themselves. We try to sleep, but their constant babbling about root beer and shine boxes has left us equally confused and terrified. I heard one of them rambling on about the One True God, who has left us long ago. The denizens of this island are no longer interested in the worship of this being, and it has become clear that only these extremist trolls keep him close to their cold, dead hearts.

A plague has been making it's way around the island this past year, and has made life insufferable. The good doctor has been mindlessly wandering for days, asking people to properly dispose of their straws and rather conveniently handing out his herbal hallucinogenics. I recall witnessing him have a two hour conversation with a sandcastle the other day. I was left bumfuzzled.

Elsewhere, the team responsible for getting us off of this island has been shuffled since my last entry. The Church of Larry has closed its doors and moved to Phoenix. A wonderful area this time of year. Legend has it that this Demigod is one of the most power men in the universe. Many doubt these legends. A boy named Kahun was sent to Siberia as punishment for his demand of more rations. A few more men were sent out to sea and we wish them well.

Sadly for the men who were air dropped into this sad existence, they've managed to be even less useful than the men we removed from our ranks! A man named Hall was supposed to assist our fearless leader, Captain Eichel, get us out of here. Instead, they've been bumbling about, as our commander has restricted their movements and are requiring they turn sand to gold. Mr. Reinhart and his boy, Dylan, has seemingly had the most success among the group, at least managing to put together some remnants of an escape vehicle. Some say the team needs more men to show passion. Others say they demand some donnybrook. We continue to be firebombed daily into submission. We yell out to the skies that we have no fight left, yet the bombing continues. Our commander let's us know everything is fine and to be patient. He tells taradiddles to us to keep us in line. Malarkey! We see through the lies. Bloviate fool. Half of us have lost extremities. Surely, this is not fine.

I sit here today not really wondering what we need, what we should have, and how it should be approached. My companions and I simply seek a way of escape, no matter the cost. Heaven save us.
- TheSabresTaco

I very seldom read a post from start to finish especially when they are long. I read this from start to finish several times. Very well done. If you are not into writing you should be.

The Pegulas would be wise (for once) to cut away some of their business holdings to focus on their main investments. You can't keep slashing management staff and pretend that you can focus on 15 different businesses.

However, if they were actually intelligent, they'd be signing the paychecks for the Sabres and Bills staff, and Adams would be overseeing everything. Adams or whatever GM. Because that's his job. He needs to be the most intelligent and influential hockey man in the room.

Beane goes to Terry, says I need X. Terry's job is to give him X after receiving an explanation as to why Beane needs X.

It's their teams, I don't expect them to be completely absent. But as far as player and staff personnel, they should be at arms length. Like they are with the Bills.
- TheSabresTaco

Imagine if terry didnt pick josh allen ?

You and I know the pegulas were all over that pick.

And apparently, terry was very high on drafting pat mahomes the year before.

Dare I say "qb whisperer " 🤔


Good to see you around taco, way too positive around here lately.

I very seldom read a post from start to finish especially when they are long. I read this from start to finish several times. Very well done. If you are not into writing you should be.
- Camel

I used to be. Satire is fun for me. Thanks for giving it the time though. I enjoy writing those journal entries.

Imagine if terry didnt pick josh allen ?

You and I know the pegulas were all over that pick.

And apparently, terry was very high on drafting pat mahomes the year before.

Dare I say "qb whisperer " 🤔


Good to see you around taco, way too positive around here lately.
- Boss34

I'm fresh out of positivity. I know I was dueling with a few folks this past offseason, trying to offer a more positive voice. But I am so fresh out of (frank)s. This team is so far from, "man, we'd be good if we had one or two pieces on D, or O, or a stronger G.." The team is indifferent. The ownership fosters it. Why shouldn't the fans be?

And regarding Terry, man.. I'd use the blind squirrel cliche but it's an understatement. Throughout my years of reading about prospects and players to trade for, I've hit on some and wildly missed on others. He's literally a fan making the GM trade or draft or sign a guy because he likes something about him. Let's not pretend that Terry forced Beane into drafting Josh Allen. KA is the mouthpiece for Terry, and Beane is this guy:

I'm fresh out of positivity. I know I was dueling with a few folks this past offseason, trying to offer a more positive voice. But I am so fresh out of (frank)s. This team is so far from, "man, we'd be good if we had one or two pieces on D, or O, or a stronger G.." The team is indifferent. The ownership fosters it. Why shouldn't the fans be?

And regarding Terry, man.. I'd use the blind squirrel cliche but it's an understatement. Throughout my years of reading about prospects and players to trade for, I've hit on some and wildly missed on others. He's literally a fan making the owner trade or draft or sign a guy because he likes something about him. Let's not pretend that Terry forced Beane into drafting Josh Allen. KA is the mouthpiece for Terry, and Beane is this guy:





- TheSabresTaco

What fresh hell will the Sabres introduce today? First line Okposo?

Sheahan centering Hall? Tune in and find out. These three games against the Islanders have the potential to be some of the worst hockey you would ever have the misfortune of watching. After 3 games, Islanders 7 goals, Sabres 2.

What fresh hell will the Sabres introduce today? First line Okposo?

Sheahan centering Hall? Tune in and find out. These three games against the Islanders have the potential to be some of the worst hockey you would ever have the misfortune of watching. After 3 games, Islanders 7 goals, Sabres 2.
- jcragcrumple

When the team shows they deserve an audience, I'll tune back in. Fail Housley's team at least showed interest.

- TheSabresTaco

If anyone can prove they watched all 180 minutes of this upcoming series, I will give them... well nothing. But I'll be impressed

If anyone can prove they watched all 180 minutes of this upcoming series, I will give them... well nothing. But I'll be impressed
- jcragcrumple

Got any of them internet points?

Imagine if terry didnt pick josh allen ?

You and I know the pegulas were all over that pick.

And apparently, terry was very high on drafting pat mahomes the year before.

Dare I say "qb whisperer " 🤔


Good to see you around taco, way too positive around here lately.
- Boss34

Where's the narrative that Terry demanded Allen be drafted coming from? Source or just?

Where's the narrative that Terry demanded Allen be drafted coming from? Source or just?
- zdp1189

He was on the Jet when they went and saw Josh.

He was on the Jet when they went and saw Josh.
- Buff36

I believe he attended all QB meetings with the Bills. If I was the owner, I too would be extremely interested in the future of the franchise.

I believe he attended all QB meetings with the Bills. If I was the owner, I too would be extremely interested in the future of the franchise.
- TheSabresTaco

I would too, doesn't mean he was the one that hand picked Josh

Day 946

We are.. still here. This island of hopelessness. Despair. Animosity. Greif. Our God has long abandoned us, choosing to shine his light upon the golden arch of St. Louis. Ah, the main land, how I dream of it. I'm brought back to this agonizing reality that every time a new commander is put in charge to get us off this god forsaken place, he makes false promises and let's us down time and time again. Like the leaders that have come before him, we've called for his head and will continue doing so until we have it on a pike. We will joyously call out into the night that we're finally saved, and will have renewed optimism of escaping the Devil's Anus upon the arrival of our new commander.

Life has become difficult here. A band of trolls come to our camp nightly, often throwing their feces at us and themselves. We try to sleep, but their constant babbling about root beer and shine boxes has left us equally confused and terrified. I heard one of them rambling on about the One True God, who has left us long ago. The denizens of this island are no longer interested in the worship of this being, and it has become clear that only these extremist trolls keep him close to their cold, dead hearts.

A plague has been making it's way around the island this past year, and has made life insufferable. The good doctor has been mindlessly wandering for days, asking people to properly dispose of their straws and rather conveniently handing out his herbal hallucinogenics. I recall witnessing him have a two hour conversation with a sandcastle the other day. I was left bumfuzzled.

Elsewhere, the team responsible for getting us off of this island has been shuffled since my last entry. The Church of Larry has closed its doors and moved to Phoenix. A wonderful area this time of year. Legend has it that this Demigod is one of the most power men in the universe. Many doubt these legends. A boy named Kahun was sent to Siberia as punishment for his demand of more rations. A few more men were sent out to sea and we wish them well.

Sadly for the men who were air dropped into this sad existence, they've managed to be even less useful than the men we removed from our ranks! A man named Hall was supposed to assist our fearless leader, Captain Eichel, get us out of here. Instead, they've been bumbling about, as our commander has restricted their movements and are requiring they turn sand to gold. Mr. Reinhart and his boy, Dylan, has seemingly had the most success among the group, at least managing to put together some remnants of an escape vehicle. Some say the team needs more men to show passion. Others say they demand some donnybrook. We continue to be firebombed daily into submission. We yell out to the skies that we have no fight left, yet the bombing continues. Our commander let's us know everything is fine and to be patient. He tells taradiddles to us to keep us in line. Malarkey! We see through the lies. Bloviate fool. Half of us have lost extremities. Surely, this is not fine.

I sit here today not really wondering what we need, what we should have, and how it should be approached. My companions and I simply seek a way of escape, no matter the cost. Heaven save us.
- TheSabresTaco

WTF... lololol

Man that "lifestyle" comment is going to be written on their (frank)ing gravestones. As it should be.
- TheSabresTaco

I hope they choke on their lifestyle. Preferably after Kim's ass is eaten out by me for a few hours. But they can definitely choke.

https://profootballtalk.n...len-when-many-had-doubts/

Keep Hall, trade Eichel.

Jim Halpert reaction.
- TheSabresTaco

Dumber Mifflin, this is Kevin Adams.

I'm fresh out of positivity. I know I was dueling with a few folks this past offseason, trying to offer a more positive voice. But I am so fresh out of (frank)s. This team is so far from, "man, we'd be good if we had one or two pieces on D, or O, or a stronger G.." The team is indifferent. The ownership fosters it. Why shouldn't the fans be?

And regarding Terry, man.. I'd use the blind squirrel cliche but it's an understatement. Throughout my years of reading about prospects and players to trade for, I've hit on some and wildly missed on others. He's literally a fan making the GM trade or draft or sign a guy because he likes something about him. Let's not pretend that Terry forced Beane into drafting Josh Allen. KA is the mouthpiece for Terry, and Beane is this guy:





- TheSabresTaco

👍I was very optimistic as well.

Most talent in 20 years on paper.

Dumber Mifflin, this is Kevin Adams.
- Powerslave