Buffa’s Buffet: 5 things on my mind, including Mahomes entertainment
Monday is just about dead, so let’s talk.
As we collectively put a bullet into a busy Monday (shoutout to my late night Uber X and Eats drivers), let’s run a quick two minute warning style buffet. Instead of just pushing this fast-paced commentary out to social media, my loyal readers here should see the goods first.
Let’s enter the decompression tank, and clear the mechanism. Pardon my punctuation errors, but I frankly don’t give a damn. You’re reading a blog from a guy who just ate 4 slices of American cheese just because it was there.
Patrick Mahomes is fun to watch. If I watch any football these days, it’s the beloved Chiefs quarterback. This guy could rob a bank and smack an old lady, and people would quickly gather statistics on bank teller ignorance or suggest the elder deserved it. He’s untouchable around here, merging the rugged divide between Kansas City loyals and STL football fan refugees. He’s selfless entertainment in an ego centric sport, and someone whom people can’t comprehend losing a football game. The meltdown when the Chiefs lose is priceless. Teams lose all the time, unless you’re the Chiefs. I don’t care who wins, but Patrick Mahomes has made Chiefs football a spectacle. Good for him.
If people could place a thought in their mind, I wish it would be “a speed limit is a limit, not a starting point.” Signed, new scooter driver. As Andrew Dice Clay said, where the fuck are you going?” Your rush is useless to the unpredictable nature of traffic, yet hundreds of morning human roid birds stuff the road going 80 in a 60 so they can get somewhere a few minutes faster. These people suck. If you’re in a hurry, then you did something wrong.
The Delmar Loop isn’t what it used to be, full of vacant lots and lots of open parking spots. The Wash U. vibe brings it some life, but it’s nothing like it used to be. The Tivoli, Club Fitness, and quite a few restaurants have disappeared. Like Nick Fury, Joe Edwards had an idea about how to spend lots of money. Nick’s plan was better. The saddest visual aide of Joe’s spending still runs up and down Delmar. The Loop Trolley is a banal example of old times tearing down a once exciting strip.
Aaron Nola or Sonny Gray? That’s the Cardinals conundrum this winter. Why not both? That’s the mindset that St. Louis must have. They’ve dug themselves a considerable enough hole to warrant a spending spree. Sink your teeth into the free agent market, and start thinking about trades. As Lieutenant Vincent Hanna once shouted at an informant, don’t waste my motherfuckin’ time!
Red lobster biscuits, even when made at home, are first class naughty. Bad check writing food division. A pleasure that buckled the knees of the strongest people in the world-people like Jodie Foster, Ice T, and Chuck Norris. You don’t just have two; escaping the table without consuming 5 is a win for the heart, belly, and mind. They’re so good, even sex becomes a supporting character in the most erotically toxic areas of your brain.
Speaking of which, I’m going to go have a few of those biscuits, with my homemade chili. What kind of chili isn’t homemade? The one that you don’t get to season first.
Hello Tuesday, be easier. This morning picture, a drive by shot of Maryville University’s baseball field, was a calm start to the morning.
