Go Bills! Go Eagles!
Football Sunday on the porch has blossomed into a two TV
affair. The Philly fans under the carport and the Bills fans on the porch. We
are long suffering Buffalo Bills Fans. Not since the Jim Kelly glory days has
our team even reached the playoffs. Every season we still remain hopeful. We
have Chucky I & 2 our Bills mascots, and several other toys and
superstitions. Bills attire everywhere! Our participants range in age from; too young to be here to old
enough to know better!
One of my not so favorite porch pastimes has evolved into an
excuse to drink to excess. When the Bills score, Wayne distributes shots to
all! Rum Chatta & Fireball is the current shot of choice. If the Bills do
not score often enough to meet the crowd’s expectations, they may choose to
drink when the other team scores. Either way, I can’t and don’t run with those big
dogs very long before my sugar is through the roof and I’m ready for PJ’s.
Geeze it’s a long season!
The Philly crew is a smaller but enthusiastic group
including neighbors and my son-in-law. The Philly drink of choice this week was
Eagle Poop, which tasted way better than its name.
The memory of the recent “perfect” holiday dinner, complete with burnt rolls, dropped
potatoes, and undercooked 2nd Turkey are now a pleasant blur. The
leftovers from our Thanksgiving Day After feast fill my fridge, but that
doesn’t stop us from chowing down on Chicken wings, pizza and junk food in traditional
Bills fan tailgating fashion!
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