It's almost bedtime, although we don't want to admit it. Why? The snoring. But we're going to focus on the right shoulder tonight. We finished the scotch, which isn't as hard as you may think. And we're about to go to work on the tiramisu. But, still, that's not the point. Here's what we really wanted to talk about: the scary sounds outside. We wish they would stop.
This post is dedicated to Doug Flutie, who brought anxious scrambles, end zone drives, and sugary-yet-crispy-in-milk flakes to Western New York. Thank you, Doug, for everything.
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