Ummm Do People Actually Read This??

So when I logged back into this, a lot had changed with the whole layout, much more friendly set up for writing a blog and whatnot. But what jumped out above all else is this fucking thing HAS to be lying that Our Meat has been viewed 25 fucking thousand times. We have about 3.5 friends and they didn't read this when we were writing it, so what the fuck were other people doing here?

Does this mean that I have to start writing like I'm speaking to the masses? This whole time I thought it was just me and RollTide writing to each other while sitting 3 feet from each other in our shitty apartment. Gotta say this is a real game changer. Mind. Fucked.

I Think Enough Time Has Passed, That I'm Okay With Matt Leinart in a Bills Jersey

He really has aged well. I mean look at that guy, Studcake with frosting and sprinkles on top.

So I've written in this space before, that Matt Leinart can stay the F away from Buffalo. Saying that the former USC Heisman quarterback would fit in in Buffalo like I would fit in in Tokyo or some non-sense. Well guess what? I haven't matured enough that the idea of being in Tokyo doesn't haunt my dreams, but the idea of Leinart in Flutie's old number 7 Buffalo Bills jersey doesn't immediately make me want to vomit.

Maybe it's that Leinart doesn't seem to have the Hollywood persona that I associated with him when he was younger that makes me think he might have a little Shane Falco in him. Or it might just be that the Bills are looking at starting an undrafted rookie named Jeff Tuel against the Patriots in the home opener in two weeks if E.J. Manuel and Kevin Kolb aren't healthy by then.

Who am I kidding, it is for sure the later of those two. As much as fun as its been watching Tuel Time light it up in the preseason, he did that against scrubs for Indy, Minnesota and Washington. Belicheck and Brady will literally eat that poor boy alive with no remorse. Sign me up for Matt Leinart and sign me up for him yesterday.

Update: Welcome to the squad Matty. Kolb's latest concussion is supposed to be career threatening, so now I have no choice to love you. Shane Falco 2.0 here we go.

Apparently Our Blog is 3 Years Old?

So I was hungover as hell this morning, flipping around trying muster the energy to get out of bed before it was this afternoon, when I get this email letting me know that our baby turned three.

I'll be the first to admit that I have been a terrible father over the past year or so. I missed all the play dates and didn't change one diaper. Bailed on paying alimony too. I probably made Antonio Cromartie look like the father of the year. But sometimes it just takes a quick birthday card in your email reminding you that your blog is a toddler to make you turn your life around.

Now I'm not gonna sit here and tell you that I'm devoting my life back to the blog, just that I'm going to start showing up to his T-Ball games and parent teacher conferences. So you can probably expect a few posts up here a week about the same old things. Probably some Bills stories, some things I find on the internet that give me excuses to tell stories about my past, maybe a girl who sneaks into my top 10... soooo get excited for that!