Thoughts of a Common Man

Twenty-nine years ago, we were married in left field at the town park in North Collins. I was just 32 years old. And of course: “No one knows which way loves wheel turns. Will we hit it rich, or crash and burn?” We’ve done all right, and today we celebrate. I’m making a turkey because I know it’s Kathy’s favorite meal. I’ll make the stuffing too, because that’s what I like. The wedding was a great time. Beer and music and pouring rain, with everyone I ever met showing up to wish us well, We talked a little bit about the wedding, but we also kicked around all the stuff we have had to battle through since. Being married for 29 years is no small feat. There are good days, great days and days where the best thing you can do is retreat to separate corners. I’d say we are pretty safe on making it out to the end, but I know a guy who divorced his wife after 52 years of marriage. Seriously. When I asked him about it he said: “I should’ve left her 40 years ago.” Then, five years after their div...

Kathy had to spend a few hours in the hospital for a medical procedure, and I spent a little while in the waiting area, scrolling through my phone. The waiting room was packed, and none of us were waiting to be seen. We were just waiting for an update. I looked around the room, and saw a bit of grey hair. I thought about how life goes from here on out. Hospital waiting areas aren’t anyone’s favorite place, and I tried to be patient.  I’m not a patient man. Thankfully I’ve been healthy because I have little interest in being in a bed. I passed a room and saw a man about my age laying there watching ‘The Price is Right’. He looked absolutely miserable. And our healthcare system is an abomination.  I thought about a well-known actor who recently passed away after an illness (I’m too lazy to look up his name), but I remember reading that his family needed a go-fund me to pay for his medical expenses. This is someone who likely made millions while on television and in the movies. D...

Springsteen and the E-Street Band played Washington D.C. on Wednesday night, and as he’s done in cities all across the nation, Bruce addressed what’s going on with a very thoughtful presentation of the facts of the matter. They’re receiving death threats. There are just a couple of times when Bruce stops playing music and breaks down the rights we’ve lost as the members of the current administration enrich themselves as the rest of us suffer. Now, I’ve been a Springsteen fan since 1975. I was 10. I was aware of Bruce’s political leanings by 1981 or so. He was vocal about how scared he was for the future of the country when Reagan was elected. Reagan later tried to poach ‘Born in the USA’ for his political campaign. Bruce stopped it. When he released the video for ‘Born to Run’ he ended it with the statement: “No one wins unless everyone wins.” And people have used his words to say he’s a communist who hates the country. Which is the exact opposite of the truth. Springsteen wrote a reco...

Something woke me up at 5:15. Just a boom. Miller was beside me and he was one pissed off cat, but he’s always kinda’ pissed about something. I didn’t think much of it, and got another half hour of sleep. Forgot all about it, but social media was all over it. A meteor. ☄️  Of course, there were a lot of scientists out there who immediately began telling us all they know about it. God was sending us a message about our bad behavior, according to one guy. Another guy was about to jump in his car and scoop up the meteor because finding it would make him an instant millionaire. I made a mental note to read about it, and ignore the ignorant comments, but I do wonder if that guy is riding around in his pickup truck searching the landscape for evidence of a meteor strike. I did think about how helpless we are if meteors do start raining down on a regular basis. The boom was loud. Pissed off Miller. What else can happen, right? Maybe the next one will land in DC during the UFC fight on the...

The summer season brings work to the forefront. We’ve had a lawn problem in the backyard because Ollie runs a path. I didn’t think it was so hard to grow grass, but evidently it’s not quite as easy as it looks on the bag. “Guaranteed to grow anywhere! Sun or shade!” Uh, not so far. And I started thinking about getting the mulch. I didn’t bother over the weekend because of the rain, but I stopped and picked up supplies on my way back from work yesterday. I was spreading some of it when Sam stopped by the back yard. “That looks like fun,” he said.  “Wanna’ help?” I asked. He laughed. Didn’t even answer, just laughed. “It’s gonna’ be under snow in 3 months,” he said. Which, sadly, is kinda’ true. (He did carry a few bags around, and he usually ‘grinds’ his way through the lawn, now and again). Yet, it’s been a solid twenty-five years of me trying to make the yard look all right for the summer months. Now that everything is in place the months long battle against every freaking weed I ...

We didn’t get much of a break weather-wise over the three-day weekend. It sucked because going into the weekend, I thought about some of my Memorial Day memories. Growing up, Memorial Day weekend was the weekend where we were dragged from our beds on Saturday morning to plant the garden. We had a big garden, and we were rudely awakened by my dad who wasn’t messing around. Five minutes after we opened our eyes, we were in the dirt. Tomatoes, peppers, cukes, eggplant… …and on and on. Of course, there was plenty of banter. Sometimes there were fights. There were a lot of laughs. And by noon, we were usually free. We’d swim, and play hoops. When we got older, we introduced beer to the event. The Yankee game was on in the garage. And then the grill got going. My father was an excellent cook, and his chicken and ribs were standard fare. I have no idea how much money he spent on food, but there was always plenty. The neighbors would stop by and by the time we sat down for dinner there were us...

Back when I was a kid I used to daydream a little about a scenario where I would bravely stand up and save lives. Perhaps it was the storyteller in me, but I’d invent elaborate schemes where I’d escape by the skin of my teeth. A natural thing for a child to do, and inventing drama and then being the hero doesn’t do much for you as you try and navigate being an adult. Unless you’re part of the White House security team. There have been five shootings at the White House in the last ten years. There weren’t any during the years 2021-2024. When there was a real President living there. Assassination attempts? Seems like we have one a month now. Quickly followed by social media posts asking for a billion dollars for a ballroom and a bunker. Back in 1963, Kennedy was assassinated. In the 80’s Reagan was shot. We know more about who was responsible than we know about the thing that went on at the correspondents dinner. That one flopped so badly that it was out of the news in a single day. Wres...

Kyle Busch passed away this week at just 41 years old. He was a highly decorated NASCAR driver, and his death shocked the sports world. A sudden death in such a manner is horrible. Turns out Busch had pneumonia, and missed a few chances to save his own life. He developed sepsis, and it killed him quickly. Tragic. And news like this shakes things up, mentally. He was doing interviews, and racing just a couple of days before. One minute you’re here. The old saying, “Be where your feet are,” is something that I’ve reminded myself about. I’m throwing the ball for Ollie - and I get caught up in his enthusiasm (he’s at 23,600 catches for 2026). If I’m walking on a job site, I’ll take it all in, knowing that I’m fortunate to be able to climb ladders and scaffolds. We talked about Busch’s death here as I marveled at how quickly it happened. “That’s why it’s important not to ignore the warning signs,” Kathy said. “If you get sick, you have to rest.” Of course, men are well known for just barrel...

The end of the week brought the end of Steven Colbert as a late night host because CBS was pressured by the obese, orange pedophile, over jokes Colbert told about him. That’s scary stuff. Another freedom lost for all those who are happy to see Colbert go. I haven’t watched late night shows in years, but there are always clips on line, and I thought Colbert was funny enough. Evidently, Colbert got under that bright orange, thin skin, but let’s think about the late night hosts who like that mess. Kimmel despises him. Letterman can’t stand him. Jon Stewart is not a fan. The people behind Saturday Night Live have made fun of him for a solid decade. Every president has taken the heat from the late night comedians. Chevy Chase pretended to fall down every week as he played Gerald Ford. And no one was ever fired for poking fun at anyone… …until now. We are being told: “We are the hottest country in the world right now,” by the slob and his people. The truth is, the economy is in shambles by e...

Back in 1991 I worked with the best boss I ever had. We were in Baltimore on a fast-paced job that was like a little war each day. We dealt with ironworkers, boilermakers, operators, engineers. It was a frenzy every day, and was a hell of a lot of fun. In the middle of all that - after a long stretch of 60 hour weeks, my boss was heading to vacation. That day, all hell hit the fan, and I drive to BWI to get him to sign some papers just minutes before his flight was set to leave. I found him in the bar where he was having a beer or ten. I immediately started telling him about the problems of the day, and he couldn’t have possibly cared less. This was a guy who busted his ass and handled every detail. Now he was completely out of touch. “I’m on vacation,” he said. “I don’t give a flying…. I just stood there. “You gotta know when to take a break,” he said. “I’m on break.” I might need one now. I didn’t know it was memorial day weekend! Kathy was talking about the weather and the best day ...

We had an 85 degree day. Two days later we were back in the 40’s for a little while. Shit load of rain coming this weekend, and there was a lot of grey on Wednesday. I want to be able to ride to my ball soon… …it’s been cart path only so far. And man, I can’t watch the news anymore. They’re talking about the 2028 election and they’re talking about blowing off the constitution again. There aren’t any rules anymore. Remember the ‘assassination’ attempt? That was so fake that they stopped reporting on it. And how do we get there from a blog that started out talking about the weather? That’s how it feels right now. We are trying to get through our lives and think about other things and the crap just keeps coming at us. We need the summer. “That’s peanuts,” the pedo pig said when he was asked about the high gas prices. “I don’t even think about that.” That’s quite the strategy on America First. “Loyalty over law,” was another unbelievable statement. In other words, the law doesn’t matter an...

Now, we are going to use $1.7 billion of taxpayer money to compensate the people who stormed the Capitol and smeared shit on the walls. And it was also announced that Pedo Pig’s taxes will never be audited. Can someone please explain why we are allowing this disgusting slob to break every law? And the ballroom. $100 billion dollars for a ballroom that Americans don’t want. “It’s my gift to the country,” he said. We’re paying for it! We need affordability. Lower gas prices. Healthcare. Housing that is affordable. Instead, they’re compensating terrorists, robbing the IRS and building a freaking ball room. 72% of the country hates him and wants him gone. Fine. Perhaps we have to wait for an election but in the meantime… …he transfers all of our tax money into his own pocket and the media simply reports on it.,. …nothing to be done! I have a feeling that no one will explain it to me because there is no reasonable explanation other than… …we are absolutely done as a Democracy. So freaking d...

Have we all been following the Iran war? The Strait remains closed. Bombs are not being dropped, despite the fact that we were led to believe that Iran was going to be blown off the map. And that’s because Trump Always Chickens Out. Taco’s for everyone! Here’s the deal: He has no way out of it. The war began because supposedly the nuclear program posed an imminent danger to every single American… … just six months after it was announced that he had totally obliterated Iran’s chance to have a nuclear weapon. (He was truly trying to wipe the Epstein story off the news). So… …a massive lie was told. Also, not to mention that there was an Iran Nuclear agreement that worked perfectly, but it was orchestrated by Obama. Anyway. If you have followed along, it goes like this: Monday:  We are going to end a civilization. I’m not kidding this time. Tuesday: Tick-tock losers. You have no boats or planes or leaders left. Wednesday: Iran is making me mad. They bombed us and sent me a hate letter...

The Sabres have a Game 7 tonight. I was surprised to read that they’ve only had one in their history - which they won - about 20 years ago. Got me thinking of Game 7’s. First one I remember was the Knicks over my Lakers team with Wilt and West in 1970. The Knicks won 113-99. I remember it because I cried! I also recall Yankees over Red Sux in 2003 in the Aaron Boone game. Yankees came back to beat Pedro in that one. Of course, there were crushing game 7’s in 2001 and 2004 that won’t be mentioned. It’s a sick feeling, really. I imagine I’ll feel tense. Super Bowl’s are Game 7’s in and of themselves and Buffalo hasn’t had much luck there. I have a good feeling going into this Game 7. This team doesn’t quit. But, ‘anything can happen in a game 7’ is a cliche for a reason. Come on Sabres. I don’t want to cry again.

Kathy was talking to me on Saturday morning. A story that I wasn’t quite all tuned in on because I was watching a video on how to rid one of a slice. I’ve been playing golf for a long time and I’m usually fairly automatic off the tee, but this year I’ve felt off. … anyhow… …back to the story. “Were you even listening?” Kathy asked. “Truthfully, no. I’m thinking of hitting a bucket of balls.” “Yeah. Just go.” Golf is peaceful. Even a bucket of balls allows you to think of other things, and let your mind wander. I thought of my lifelong friends Jeff and Kathy becoming grandparents again as my Goddaughter, had a baby girl. Welcome Carrie Joan! Awesome. I considered the death of a longtime friend from my hometown. He was a Mets fan and we laughed a lot through the years, going back and forth about the Mets and Yankees. Too young, and I’ll miss him. And I swung the club without paying attention to the tips I got online. The ball went straight. Emptied the bucket and returned home. “How’d it...

I received a request to meet a new client on a job site. Easy enough. I was told that their safety guy would be meeting me at the site, and that we’d walk it together. I’ve met a lot of young safety guys, and for the most part I’ve been thoroughly unimpressed, but my first impression was that he seemed like a good kid… “Why do you look familiar?” He asked. “I’ve been around forever,” I said. We continued the walk-around and the site was in good condition. The kid (in his early 30’s) was doing a good job. We walked up a huge hill that was about a half-mile jaunt. When we got to the top I mentioned: “Not gonna’ lie, that hurt a little on a Friday afternoon.” He stopped. Just looked at me. “Hey, didn’t you win the safety award from the WNY Safety Council?” “Yeah, guilty,” I said. “Dude, you’re a legend,” he said. “Congrats.” “I’m old,” I said. “They were telling me that the end is near.” “Still,” he said. “Most people don’t get an award on the way out.” Again, he made me feel old… …I thou...

Nick Gilder, who wrote the song, ‘Hot Child in the City” felt the need to put out a statement saying that he wasn’t writing about a literal child. Complete lunacy, and pretty sad that Gilder had to put out such a statement. First off, it’s a good song.  Secondly, can we stop doing this garbage? I read ab article about how horrible ‘Friends’ was because they seemingly downgraded women with some of their jokes. Springsteen has a song called, ‘I’m On Fire’ that begins with the lyric, “Hey, little girl, is your Daddy home’ mostly because it rhymed with ‘or did he go away and leave you all alone’. It’s a song about a working class guy who desires a wealthy woman who appears to be married to an older man. The video for the song, released in 1985, makes it abundantly clear. There are people who burn books because there are curse words included. ‘Baby it’s cold outside’ is supposedly a song about holding a woman against her will. ‘Claire’ the song he sung about his niece, is now considered...

I was looking forward to Game 4 of the Sabres-Canadians hockey playoff series. My boys excitement with the team brought me back, and the Sabres are very entertaining. They were coming off two bad games, and everyone was writing them off, but Buffalo sports fans tend to BILLieve when it doesn’t make sense. The Sabres scored first, so the belief grew… …and then all hell broke loose. The Sabres scored again…or so we thought…the goal was taken away by an awful refereeing decision. They promptly fell behind 2-1 and I was losing my mind. “I’m stressed during the work day, and now this?” I asked. The hockey gods responded and the Sabres scored on a truly freak shot into the zone. 2-2 after two. “I’m going up,” I said. “WHAT?” Was the collective groan. “It’s driving me crazy,” I said. “I’m feeling anxious, and irritated and I can’t sit here through this.” My idea being: I can read and watch. Perhaps if I didn’t strictly focus on the game, I could handle it. And it worked. I read and snuck a pe...

Remember last year when Musk was running around firing people because the plan was to save money and cut waste? Turns out there is plenty of money. A ballroom. An arch. Painting the pool. A war that’s costing billions to get rid of non-existent nukes and to open a strait that was open before we started bombing schools. Golf trips every weekend, where the government pays the golfer for going. Imagine running your household finances in such a way. “We don’t have money for food or healthcare, but I painted the pool. I knew a guy who needed the work so I overpaid him.” The quote. “I don’t think about Americans at all. I don’t think about anyone.” That’s as pathetic a quote that an American president has ever uttered. And it’s every damn day. He’s calling reporters dumb and stupid. He’s sleeping through meetings. We’re at war and we have no clue, as he spends half the day saying ‘We’re doing great. We like Iran and we’re close to a deal.’ The other half of the day it’s: “We’re going to bomb...

Nearing 62 years old, I’ve started getting questions about what my plans are for the future. I usually get those questions from someone in the corporate office, and it always catches me a little off-guard because while I know there’s less days left in front of the horse than what’s behind the cart, but I never think of it much during the work day. Only difference between now and twenty years ago is that the legs get a little heavy towards the end of the week. I climb ladders and scaffolding without hesitation. I can’t imagine my clients calling someone else for their work because I’ve worked with most of them for more than 30 years. “Your son is in the business, right?” I was asked.  “Yes, he’s still learning.” “Bring him in. I’ll hire him tomorrow.” So, a true succession plan, I guess. And nothing lasts forever. Truly hoping that my boys get the chance to have a nice, long career in a country where they have a chance. It’s bad enough what we did to these kids. They need an opportu...

My golf game is dependent on my hitting the ball straight. I’ve been playing for 45 years, and I know my swing. If it goes out of whack, it usually snaps back in early enough in the round, and I can repeat the swing. I’ve played 3 rounds since the weather half-ass broke - and I haven’t felt comfortable. At all! The ball is tailing off to the right, and it’s going nowhere. Wind has definitely been a factor. Cold temperatures. I can’t get the grip right. Now, I’m not butchering it, but it’s driving me crazy. I’ve always said when I’m going bad that I don’t know what I’m doing wrong, and why I’m going good, I don’t know how I fixed it. It’s an infuriating game, and one year I won’t be decent at it anymore. Yesterday, I was in the barrel after a double bogey, and I went for a walk, and a team meeting. Last hole. Par 5. “Hit the damn ball straight.” I was 10 yards past the hole after my 3rd shot. Chipped on. Made the putt. A par to finish on a tough hole. Now? I have to wait about 160 hours...

A great Mom is the best. My Mom has lost her memory, but that’s not to say that we haven’t had some great times and laughs over the past year. I discovered that her memory survived when music is being played, and watching her sing every word to ‘Summer Wind’ by Frank was a highlight of the year. Through the years, we shared a love of reading, and one of the television shows we loved was ‘The Odd Couple’. I played her the theme song and we watched a couple of episode clips a few weeks ago. I love that I always had a close relationship with my Mom and I’m grateful she is still here. As for Kathy, she is close to the boys. Perhaps a little too close. A few years back they were in Vegas and she was talking with them and their friends and I heard her calling an uber for them. “What’re you doing?” “Making sure they get back to the hotel safely,” she said. I laughed. But that’s what a Mom does. And there’s no expiration date to it. Happy Mother’s Day to all the Moms out there. Have a perfect ...

The Rolling Stones are releasing an album of new songs in July. They put out the first two this week, and I couldn’t help smiling through the opening riff. Classic blues, Mick, gritty lyrics.  Turn it up! The Sabres and Yankees both laid an egg last night, and it’s crazy how emotions are centered on a game. It’s a good thing too, as the country spirals down the drain. Gas prices are out of hand, huh? It’s sad. People struggling to keep their necks above the water aren’t going to be able to do that much longer. But we don’t want Iran to have a nuke that they didn’t have. I learned late on Friday that I have my Vegas safety comedy residency back and that it’s uncensored. “Free rein,” the guy said. “I caught your act a few years back and it could’ve been on HBO.” That’s always great fun, and Kathy is excited about the trip. What else? Weather still sucks. Gonna’ try tomorrow to find the swing…. …hoping the wind is quiet. Go Sabres 

Hearing the mumbling about the Hantavirus making its way to America. Remember how much fun we had during Covid? I’m sure we’ll be well-informed. What’s known so far is that it started on a Dutch cruise ship and has to do with rodents. Didn’t we do away with the World Health Organization? I know that no one believes in science, and I can’t wait for the first press conference where we spit ball drinking bleach or shooting ultra-violet light up our asses. Why not, right? The war has grown boring as it goes like this: “We are doing really well. Iran loves us now, and we are hours away from a deal that saves us all from the nuclear bomb that they were going to drop on us, but I stopped it, and did you hear that I passed a cognitive test? The first question was easy. There was a picture of a giraffe. I aced that part, and the doctor said, with tears in his eyes, that no one ever got that answer so fast, and Obama wouldn’t take it. I’ve stopped eleven wars.” And then Iran bombs our ships. The...

The orange pedophile has been doing a lot of talking lately. He had a group of children into the Oval Office and he asked one young girl which sports she liked. She said volleyball and soccer. He told her she was a little short to play volleyball. You don’t say things like that to children, but who knows, right? He went into the war with Iran. Seriously, he talked to the children about Iran shooting protesters in the head. He also spoke to them about the election being stolen and how he aced his dementia test. To children!!! But he’s all there, right? Then to top it all off, Melanoma joined him and spoke of his ‘great empathy’. The audience laughed! When he spoke of his wife he mentioned that she has a boy that she loves who is quite tall. It’s his kid!! Yet, he never says that. He always references that: “She has a boy.” No wonder he doesn’t know how to talk to children. He probably shouldn’t be left alone around them anyway. He was Epstein’s best buddy.

John Sterling was a tremendous baseball announcer. Don’t let anyone tell you differently. Sure, sometimes he’d say: “The bases are loaded and there are two outs, and the Yankees are up one. They need to get this out or they won’t be leading anymore.” But he had tremendous calls for every Yankee who hit a homer. “Bernie Goes Boom!” Was a favorite and he would end that call with “Burn, baby burn.” I have always loved listening to baseball on the radio, but it takes a great announcer to make that work. Sterling knew how to pace himself. Baseball is a game that doesn’t need endless chatter, and allowing the game to breathe is essential. And of course, “Theeeeeeeeee Yankeeeeeeeees Wiiiiiiiin!” Was what we all waited for. John Sterling wasn’t Vin Scully who was the absolute master, but he was great. That simple. A good announcer can make a kid love a game. Sterling and Kay (and then Suzyn) on the radio and Scooter and Frank White on television were the voices I heard every night as a Yankees...

Oliver will catch his 20,000th pass of 2026 tomorrow. He will get a new ball to commemorate the achievement. Yet, two years ago he would catch 100 passes per outing. Last year he was good for 50. Currently, he catches 30-40 each time. He’s slowing down, but the fact of the matter is that he’s always up for a game. At the end of each month, I give away a prize to the family member who gets closest to the number. Kathy won it this week. As the weather improves, the number will get bigger each month. 100 grand for the year is in play. As for my game and happy place, golf has been a bit of a grind so far, as I’m trying to work out the kinks. Through most of two rounds, my driver has been off. The 7-wood has bailed me out, and Chippy has been good, but it’s a wonderful game because if your mechanics are a tick off, it’ll destroy you. We’ll get there. Windy and chilly aren’t the best conditions to work things out, but there’s hope.  I hit good drives on the last 4 holes of the round, so ...

Saw a thread on social media by a young guy - think mid-20’s - who took on an ambitious project. He decided to listen to every record ever made by the Rolling Stones, and he ‘reviewed’ them. It was pretty funny as he didn’t really believe that the Stones deserved their fame. There were classic Stones songs like, ‘Mother’s Little Helper’ or ‘Beast of Burden’ where his review consisted of: “This song sucks.” He criticized Mick’s voice saying that ‘He can’t sing at all.’ Made fun of Keith and Ronny for their long gone drug days, and gave nearly every album a C + or lower. And I read every single album review he did. “Exile on Main Street” is an album that is widely regarded as one of the greatest rock and roll records of all-time, and he pans it by saying: “It sounded like it was recorded in a shed.” Okay, maybe the Stones weren’t his cup of tea. He went to the Beatles and immediately began complaining about how they were a bubble gum pop band that was truly just a boy band. I didn’t read...

Work friend of mine spent a lot of time taking care of his ailing wife. Over the last few years, we’ve often met at the grocery store on Sunday morning. This is one of those guys who can build anything, or fix anything. He’s worked hard for decades. Was rewarded with a wife who ran into a lot of health issues, but he didn’t complain about it. Went to work. Returned home and did a lot of work there too. 46 years together. His wife passed away this past Sunday, and he scheduled the wake for today… …because it is his birthday, and he said: “They wanted to have the funeral on Thursday, but I wanted to spend one last birthday with her.” I went to the wake. He mentioned us having to do the grocery shopping and the laundry and clean up around the house. “It never felt like I was sacrificing anything,” he said. I get that. His children and grandchildren were all around him. “You have a lot of adjusting to do,” I said to him.  “That’s life. It’s a battle.” Sometimes it’s more than just a ba...

Hockey is truly an insane game. Those kids are out there taking a freaking beating, and playoff hockey is a whole ‘nother animal. I haven’t watched much of it over the last 20 years as the Sabres have been bad. They aren’t bad anymore. In fact, there were a couple of days leading up to Game 6 in Boston. Buffalo hates Boston. The Patriots beat the hell out of the Bills for twenty years. Hell, even the Celtics eliminated the Braves in the best year of that franchise. During the lead up I had to talk my boys off the ledge. Years of the Bills coughing it up when there are big games has left my boys with PTSD. “The Sabres are going to win,” I texted, over and over to Jake - who absolutely loves this team. When the bell rang to end Boston’s season, Jake asked me why I was so confident. “The Sabres are the better team,” I said. Now it’s Buffalo against either Tampa or Montreal.. The Sabres can win the next series too… …and the one after that… ….and the cup final too. Let’s go Buffalo 🦬 🦬 🦬...