Howdy Buffalo Hombres! Welcome to the lone star state where the west was once won and small waist lines continue to be lost. You gotta’ love Texas… our big, fat, loud, drunk uncle to the south. Only in the state of Texas is sausage a form currency, A1 a blood type, and the sales and manufacturing of seat belt extensions gird the states economy. The Bills return to the “Big D” in hopes of wrangling the cowboy’s playoffs chances and improving our clout amongst the wild, wild (AFC) East. But in all fairness, before we can pick apart Dallas’s short comings we must first “cast out the beam of thine own eye”. Last week Rex Ryan made meows out of Fitz Van Winkle and our sleepy offense. To quote my college roommate and good pal The Foog, “The Bills performance (last week) was more disappointing then realizing you have to poop as soon as you get out of the shower.” I could not have said it any better myself. I don’t know why, but for some reason we make up more annoying excuses for Fitzy’s poor decisions then a drunk girl on her birth week… hayohh! It is time for Fitz to wake up and take charge of this offense. Also, lets just get this all out in the open Dallas fans; yes, you slaughtered us in two consecutive Superbowls. Even though your hand is heavier, a ring for each finger and a thumb, no hand is held in higher prestige then the hand of a certain Don Lee Beebe. Come on Dallas fan, you remember, of course you do it’s one of the most memorable plays in Superbowl history. The never-give-up attitude that Don Beebe exemplified late in the fourth quarter of Superbowl XXVII, chasing down Leon Lett like a spinached up Popeye, was not only one of the most valuable plays in our history (and #1 on ESPN’s 25 Biggest Sports Blunders) but also personifies Western New York’s blue collar culture. Now back to today’s game. This game marks the return the of Chan Gailey (Dallas Head Coach 1999) to his old place of business and a chance for him to embarrass yet another one of his former bosses. Fortunately for him, two-time pro-bowler, Miles Austin, will be on the canvas for the game. A little heads up Jason Garret, you might want to think about getting Cornell Burbage or Ken-Yon Rambo on the horn. Come one o’clock Marcell Dareus is going split the cowboy’s line wider then the Balcones Fault. Meanwhile, Nick Barnett and the Bills defense are going to hold the Cowboys offense hostage and turn the stadium into a hostile war zone like the second coming of David Karesh. After today’s beat down, Tony Romo will be forced to join his other dump Cowboy brethren at the Brokeback Ranch. At the Ranch he can milk the bulls while Babe Laufenberg sheers the sheep, Chad Hutchinson feeds the pigs, and Quincy Carter bails the hay. So, all you Dallas fans with your Yosemite Sam tattoos and your ten gallon Stetsons be sure to wear a shirt that doesn’t have a barbeque sauce stain the size of the Louisiana Purchase on it because it’s going to be a formal clinic south of Route 66. Today, when the Bills come flying out of the gate it’s going to take more than a team of you Rodeo Clowns to divert us from running the ball all over you. Yeah, I know, last week was a little rough, and we got our hides tanned by Tweedle Dee (Rex), now its time to hand one to Tweedle Dum (Rob). It is time for Fitz and the boys to bounce back on the road and learn from their failure. It reminds me of what Abraham Lincoln once said “My great concern is not whether you have failed but whether you are content with your failure”. Now is the time to prove to the NFL that we are not going to be complacent, and that even in a loss we aren’t content until we win the Superbowl. With that said, lets march into that stadium and go “Alamo” on those Meowboys. They say cigarettes are the cowboy killer but I am here to make the case for the Buffalo Bills… “BUFFALO ALL THE WAY THIS TIME! THREE TIMES, THE THIRD TIME IS A CHARM! DALLAS IS GOING DOWN, BUFFALO ALL THE WAY! THE THIRD TIME IS A CHARM! . Let’s go boys! Lets get it Dave Rayner!... p.s. Rob Ryan is fat… and stupid… and is a dirty hippie.