$@%&* Bon Jovi

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It's pretty funny, actually.

People are really torching Jon Bon Jovi in this town because he may or may not be affiliated with a group that has interests in Toronto and if successful with his bid, may move the beloved clown (oh, sorry) team, the Buffalo Bills there.

So here in Buffalo they have stopped playing Bon Jovi in bars, and the rallying cry was offered by non-other than Andre Reed who is entering the Hall of Fame this year.

$@%&*Bon Jovi!!!

Where do I come in on this one?

1). I thought Andre Reed was great, but you know what the last play of the Bills-Giants game before Norwide went wide right? Yeah, Reed dropped a pass along the sidelines that would've made it a chip shot. Flat-out dropped it.

So there's that.

But he was Hall worthy.

2). I'm not a Bon Jovi fan. A couple of okay songs here and there, but he tried to imitate the real god of music from New Jersey and when they shared a stage at one of the benefits it was a little like having to sing a song with one of your kids at a kindergarten talent show. Bruce just made him look silly.

So there's that.

3). I don't want the Bills in Toronto, eh. I can barely stomach the Blue Jays. It would be a crushing blow to a fragile city. I will never spend a penny to support the NFL again until they stop some of their practices...and we've been through all those...I'm simply a watcher of football for the sole purpose of making a mockery out of it. But Buffalo should keep the Bills.

(Yet please people, remember, its a ball and a bunch of thugs chasing it. Please stop looking up to these dorks).

So there's that.

4). Besides my brother John had a very astute point one day when I mentioned that a lot of tax $ would be saved if the Bills weren't around.

"You think they're gonna' give you a rebate?"

But to stop playing a song because a guy has a rooting interest in maybe buying your team.

Sort of silly.

But you gotta' hand it to Reed. He said that he was just saying it for a lot of people who want to say it.

$@%&*Bon Jovi!!!

But mostly for just pretending that he can share a stage with Bruce.

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