The study found that the preponderance of Josh Allen-related mental activity was focused on football. However, the MVP quarterback loomed large in people’s minds across a wide range of other circumstances:
— Numerous disappointed fathers cited QB1 in their thoughts while pondering where they went wrong with their Cheeto-eating, Fortnite-playing sons.
—Senior citizens being moved out of their homes mentioned that Josh Allen would never put his Papa or Nana in a nursing facility.
—Teachers, being thrown under the bus by administrators, would never suffer that fate with Josh Allen as their leader—even if their name was Stefon Diggs.
—Budget deputies in the new Sean Ryan administration freely admit that the only person who could possibly save the city from fiscal meltdown is Josh Allen.

Voices from Western New York and their Josh Allen thoughts:
Harmon Hawthorn—I used to think about Jesus and all that salvation bullshit, but now I’m consumed with how Josh can beat a cover three, double shell defense.
Bucky Blatenbutt—I’m in the midst of a breakup. Brandon ran off with a trumpet player named Kenny, who supposedly has this really crisp tongue and a balanced embouchure. When I’m not preoccupied with that, I spend a lot of time imagining myself on the business end of a Josh Allen tush push.  
Heidi Handcrafter—At some point during a recent string of bad dates, I found myself daydreaming about rugged #17 and how he wouldn’t waste my evening rambling about on about a vintage toy soldier collection, axe-throwing leagues, the wheel size on his F-250, or any of the other dumb guy shit meant to compensate for a lack of being funny, interesting or having an acceptable penis.
Black Betty—When I’m not Bam Ba Lamming, I’m thinking about Josh Allen. 
Brandon Beane—I think about how Josh has papered over, and saved my ass from all my shitty picks: Boogie Bashim, Cody Ford, Kaiir Elam, to name a few. The biggest miss might be Keon Coleman. If we don’t make the Super Bowl, a tub of Preparation H won’t keep my seat from being red hot. Please Josh, save my ass again.

Rounding out the top-ten things Western New Yorkers think about: 
—Work Conflicts, such as dealing with assholes like Holly, from accounting, who is always riding everyone’s ass about expense reports.
—Family Drama, where out-of-town siblings pop in at the end and steal your parents’ silverware while you’re at Hospice caring for your mom.
—Aldis: ground beef costs eight fucking dollars per pound?
—Porn.
—Chicken Wings.
—Pot Holes.
—Kids: when the fuck are they going to move out?
—When will the Sabres start their ten-game skid?
—County Executive Mark Poloncarz—what a douche!
—Will the Bills draft Josh Allen and Hailee Steinfeld’s baby in 2048?

The Bills and Josh Allen play in the divisional round of the NFL Playoffs on Saturday, January 17th, at 4:30 in Denver against the Broncos.  

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Though Dave was good to their sister, he somewhat resembled the human form of a Twizzler—thin and twisty with blotchy red skin from long-term psoriasis. Originally from Queens, Dave was the Northeast regional manager for Famous Footwear and made a decent living. The brothers accepted Dave into the family, conditioned on the premise that any progeny, without exception, would be raised as a Bills fan. Offspring could be a Mets, Knicks, and given the continuing futility of the Sabres, even a Rangers fan, but never, ever a goddamn Jets fan.

After a six-hour drive from Western New York along the 390S and 17E, the brothers rumbled into their sister’s living room, where wiffley Dave, Phoebe, and their three-year-old nephew Parker sat in front of the TV being further corrupted by Bluey. After grimicing a hello to Dave and Phoebe, the uncles picked Parker up and tossed him in the air between them like a water balloon at a family picnic while repeating the closing hymn to Josh Allen’s MVP speech, much to his delight:

When that ran its course, Phoebe removed Parker from the room and the brothers closed ranks on Dave. They reminded him of the agreement he had made before marrying their sister. While Dave acknowledged the agreement, he argued it would be better for Parker’s socialization if he were a Jets fan—he would make more friends and fit in better with his peers.

Flanked by his brothers, Uncle Paul stood before Dave,  “That’s what you want for your son—to be a follower? You want him to sit through that ridiculous third-down call by the Jets announcer, only to have Josh Allen rip his heart out over and over? You want his superfan experience provided by that sad sack, Fireman Ed—thank you for your service—or do you want him to feel the hope and joy of Elvis, The Chefs, and Captain Dave’s, Hit The Showers? Do you want him to have the fun of breaking tables, throwing dildos on the field, drinking shots from a bowling ball? Or do you want him to look back sixty years to your one shining moment—that lucky Super Bowl win with George Sauer, Emerson Boozer and Joe Namath? And, if you didn’t know, Namath was a career fifty percent passer with 220 interceptions and only 173 touchdowns. You’ve had six coaches in the last ten years and the most memorable play in that time is a butt fumble.
Dave, the Jets suck. It’s the worst organizations in the NFL. If you love your son, you won’t do this to him.”

Dave stood there weighing his options and, after a moment, started to cry, “I do love my son. I just…I just wanted someone to share my pain.”

Uncle Peter ran out to the Silverado, and a minute later was back with two #17 jerseys—one for Parker, and one for Dave (a boys’ medium). Once Dave had the jersey on, the brothers embraced him and said, “Welcome to the Mafia.”  

Uncle Patrick then went to the nearest Home Depot and bought out all the folding tables they had in stock, and the family spent the rest of the night doing shots, breaking tables, and teaching Parker sacred Mafia words:

Hey-ayyyyyyy-ayyyyyyyy-ayy! (Hey-ayyyyyyy-ayyyyyyyy-ayy!)  Let’s Go Buffalo!!!

Driving home the next day, Uncle Paul gazed out at the horizon and peacefully crooned, “We saved two lost souls last night,” and just as peacefully, the brothers nodded in agreement.

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The possible split comes as Allen returned to Buffalo for voluntary organized team activities down at One Bills Drive. Looking like the adult version of Tony DeFranco from the DeFanco Family, with his hair grown out and an easy smile on his face, Allen calmly took questions from the media after his team workout stating, “At this point in my life, I’ve never been as focused or locked in on football as I am right now.”

But nobody believes that Allen being unattached will be good for his game despite his “locked in” assertion. Here’s a few examples of what some fans are thinking:

Ronald Ravenclaw, a Crane Operator for the John Danforth Company, thinks this could really hurt the Bills prospects for the coming season. He said, “With a steady woman at your side you always have someone there to point out your flaws and keep you honest. Josh isn’t going to have that anymore. And, he’s not going to have anyone reminding him that, not only does Patrick Mahomes have two rings, but Brittany Mahomes also has two babies. How will Josh ever stay motivated to win without his Brittany constantly clucking at him?” 

Glenn Gasser, an Accounts Executive at Rich Products is worried about the volume of women who are going to throw themselves at Josh. In Gasser’s mind, “An unattached Josh Allen is going to be invited into more “velvet lounges” and get more “mouth hugs” than Joe Namath could ever imagine—even after the ‘68 season.  And, you know there’s going to be famous women like Kim Kardashian looking for him. She’s due another NFL player after a bevy of rappers, singers and comedians. Josh has the fame and the bank to be her fall rental. Bottom line, not only will the Kim Kardashians of the world be coming for him, but he’s going to have unfettered access at every “taco bar” in the country, if you know what I mean. And that ain’t good for the Bills.”  

Felix Flounder, a West Seneca School Bus Driver is concerned about the dog Allen shares with Williams—Sky. Sky is a chocolate lab and in a break up like this the woman normally gets the dog, even though in all likelihood it would rather be with the man—especially when the man is an alpha dog himself, like QB1. “I mean, can Brittany throw a stick seventy yards like Josh?” Flounder asked. “Does she have the agility to play a game of chase like Josh? Can she say “NO,” in a commanding voice like an NFL quarterback? Of course not, but she’ll want and she’ll get Sky even though everyone knows it would be better off with Josh…and it will break his heart and cause him to be distracted. And ultimately that will show up in his game.”  

This will be Allen’s sixth year in the NFL and a pivotal one for the Bills.

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Ingerfish is of the opinion that if the Bills or Sabres ever win a championship the fabric of Western New York and its people will be irreparably changed for the worse. Thankfully though, Sunday’s loss was a step toward preserving who we are as a community—it was the universe righting itself.

“Let’s face it, ” said Ingerfish, “we are the world’s biggest and most lovable losers. Instead of running away from that, we should embrace it and feel proud. Enough of this trying to rise above our station and be something we’re not. We suck and we should celebrate that. I mean, the Bills are 0-55 in Super Bowls and the Sabres are 0-51 in Stanley Cups. Who sucks like we suck?”

He also noted a few other unique Buffalo attributes: we get nine months of winter, City Hall is a giant phallic symbol and the mom-rock band The Goo Goo Dolls are the biggest act ever to come out of the area, At the other end of Lake Erie in Cleveland: The Raspberries and The Dead Boys, to name just a couple. That kind of futility isn’t just happenstance, it’s who we are, it’s our manifest destiny.

Ingerfish believes with Super Bowl or Stanley Cup wins we’ll lose the collective inferiority complex so central to our being. He fears such victories will make Western New Yorkers prideful and self-respecting and will encourage wellness behaviors like: daily flossing for good oral hygiene, mindful meditation for positive mental health and regular checkups for STD’s to remain yeast and HPV free. 

“If this happens all of the sudden rather than breaking tables, swilling Fireball and downing double orders of wings, the 716 will be overrun with a bunch of posers drinking chardonnay, reciting poetry and really meaning it when they shake hands and wish peace to other parishioners in church. Is that who we really want to be?” Ingerfish asked without a hint of irony.

He went on to say he is optimistic that the status quo will prevail. He cited the fact that after the 6-1 start, which saw the Bills at the top of nearly everyone’s power rankings, there are valid concerns regarding the team’s long term chances for success—Josh Allen’s injury and his recent interception problems, there remains no viable receiver outside of Stephon Diggs, suddenly the run defense is porous and there are continuing injury issues team wide. The universe, according to Ingerfish, is righting itself.

With glee he finished, “Buffalo: sucking today, sucking tomorrow, sucking forever.”

The Bills play the 7-1 Minnesota Vikings Sunday at Highmark Stadium in Orchard Park.    

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Buffalo, New York—With the Covid 19 pandemic building steam for a second wave . . . with unemployment at ten-percent . . . with tensions from racial unrest surging . . . with a high stakes election and American democracy possibly hanging in the balance, mental health professionals throughout Western New York have been overwhelmed this week by a question of even greater importance: Is it safe to go “all in” on the Bills?

Though the Bills are expected to contend for post-season play, Psychiatrist, Dr. Bob Hartley says due to the team being a never-ending source of disappointment the people of Western New York suffer from a collective inferiority complex. The inferiority complex is also a consequence of eight months of winter, a continuing lack of economic opportunity and glory days that refer back to asbestos ridden buildings, lead paint and a sky so fiery red from the production of steel the word hellscape was invented. Hellscape was included in the twenty-eighth edition of the Merriam-Webster dictionary: hellscape [hel-scape] noun. fiery red sky above Bethlehem Steel, Lackawanna, N.Y. (circa 1940’s-83). That double order of five-alarm wings turned my ass is a burning hellscape.

Dr. Jennifer Melfi says she has been fielding questions all week about potential Josh Allen tattoos—people are afraid he’ll turn into the next Drew Bledsoe or worse, J.P. Losman and they don’t want the ink of a shitty quarterback mucking up their bodies. Another was wondering how much they should invest in collapsible tables. And the doctor also took several questions from people considering pursuing a sexual relationship with Pinto Ron.

Dr. Hartley and Dr. Malfi, however, said the predominance of questions expressed concern over going “all in” on the Bills.

Dr. Hartley said he spoke at length to the Kaisertown woman who threw her dream stick on the field during a Bills Monday night loss to the Patriots in 2016. She saw the game slipping away and in a fit of anger impulsively threw her beloved Powerman 5000 on the field, which led to months of sleeping around and several STDs, since nobody understood her juicy body like the Powerman understood her juicy body. She’s worried about this or some other impulsive act repeating itself if she goes “all in” on the Bills.  

Dr. Malfi spoke with a Snyder man who shot off his mouth in Brunner’s one Sunday in 2008 about the Bills winning the Super Bowl after starting the year 5-1 with Trent Edwards under center as QB. “Louie the Finger,” was in the bar that Sunday and made a large bet with the Snyder man. Needless to say the Bills finished the year 2-7 for a 7-9 record and not only didn’t win the Super Bowl, they didn’t even make the playoffs. From there a series of tragic events ensued for the Snyder man that included: broken legs, bankruptcy and eighteen months in the California State Penitentiary after stalking and then threatening to run Trent Edwards over with his 1988 Suzuki Samurai. While the Snyder man is still in the process of turning his life around he remains concerned about going “all in” on the Bills this year.

And, finally, Dr. Hartley cited a conversation with a man about perspective and focus, even in the face of something terrible like the Bills blowing a 16-0 lead in the wildcard game against the Texans. But this only served to trigger the man . . .  “fucking Josh Allen and his goddamn hero ball” . . . “fucking defense has the Texans 3rd and 18—3rd and fucking 18—and Watson hits Duke Williams for a first down” . . . “and why the fuck did they trade the pick that turned into Patrick Mahomes to the Chiefs?” Dr. Hartley said he had to dip into his emergency supply of Lexapro and Jim Beam to calm the man down.

Both doctors said good mental health is a marathon, not a sprint, especially for fans of the Buffalo Bills.

The Bills start their 60th NFL this Sunday at 1pm in Orchard Park at Bills Stadium against the New York Jets. 

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Buffalo, NY—After nine seasons with the New England Patriots, Williamsville native Rob Gronkowski announced his retirement from football this week. The factors that led the three-time Super Bowl champ to step away from the game included: a litany of injuries, the glaring, wordless rebukes from Patriots coach, Bill Belichick that always made him feel like such an asshole and the demands of football which interfered with his Party Bus business and partying in general.

Gronk also cited that he’s grown weary of dominating his hometown team: the Buffalo Bills. “Yeah, I know,” he said, “I made plenty of exaggerated gestures when I picked up a first down and it seemed like I took some extra pleasure in spiking the ball when I scored against the Bills, but deep down it was killing me. They’ve sucked for twenty years now and for the last nine, I’ve been a big part of making them suck. But, the truth is, I’m tired of owning the Bills.”

Gronk’s numbers against the Bills are impressive. In fifteen games he caught 69 passes for 1070 yards and 12 touchdowns. The Patriots were also 13-2 against the Bills during his nine-year career. These numbers are slightly better than career averages, but Gronk noted, “My behavior was way more obnoxious in Buffalo than anyplace else.”

Despite being a big part of why the Bills have been dominated by the Patriots throughout his career, ironically enough it was the jeering of one fan: Captain Dave, that kept him motivated to stay in the game for as long as he did. “The first thing you notice about Captain Dave is his giant head- I mean, this fucking thing is like the Liberty Bell or something- it’s huge.”

Gronk related that he first met Captain Dave at a Bills tailgate in 2004 when he was an eleventh grader at Williamsville North. The veteran Bills fan took him under his wing and showed him how to sip whiskey and talk smack. “Week after week,” Gronk said, “I was flaming out in an embarrassing way at the tailgates until Captain Dave showed me how to pace myself. He also was really good when it came to running your mouth too- he knew how to deploy the smack at just the right time. The Captain is largely responsible for why I’m such a wordsmith today. ”

But the relationship soured when Gronkowski became a member of the Patriots. “The Captain was always easy to find in the stands because of his giant head and his Captain America get up. So, my first game in Buffalo I wave up to him from the endzone and he starts laying all this smack down on me, which really hurt. From then on his was the only voice I ever heard- year after year-game after game and it really motivated me to dominate.”

Gronk is unsure whether he will ever reconcile with Captain Dave, but he is sure that he is tired of football and owning the Bills. He said he is going to take some time to think about his next move, but thought he might like to be a stockbroker or maybe go to medical school. That, or be a pro wrestler.

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Cheektowaga NY—This past weekend the air at Prior Aviation was ripe with the scent of Hai Karate and the parking lot jammed with a vast array of Camaros, F150s and Monte Carlos awaiting the arrival of Dee Dee Bonner, the mom of recently signed Bills quarterback, AJ McCarron.

A survey of the assembled crowd revealed an excessive amount of tattoos, pinky rings and backwards turned Bills caps, along with an appalling lack of teeth and any social redeeming qualities.

Standing next to his ‘78 Monte Carlo, Niagara Falls native Kevin Sheehey said he had been a Bills fan all his life and was here not only to welcome Ms.Bonner to Western New York, but to offer her his assistance in getting to know the area. “I’m in the Local up in the Falls,” Sheehey said with a wink. “It would be a honor and a pleasure to show Ms. Bonner around the town, maybe do an after hours tour of the wax museum and then get a bite to eat. I have a standing reservation at the Olive Garden on the Blvd.”

Wanting to let Ms. Bonner know what she could expect from a Bills tailgate, members of the Bills Mafia were out in full force drinking Bud Lights, doing Fireball shots and of course, breaking tables. Using a ladder, South Buffalo native Callahan O’Malley skillfully climbed atop a 40ft. Box Truck and swan dived into a burning table littered with broken glass and gravel. Though breaking several bones and probably suffering a concussion, O’Malley, nevertheless, got to his feet, did a Fireball and with his remaining strength yelled, “LET’S GO BUFFALO, LET’S GO BUFFALO to the delight of his fellow Mafia colleagues and then collapsed and had to be carted away by Rural Metro Ambulance.

Former Bills Hall of Fame coach Marv Levy made a brief appearance and led the crowd in the fight song he penned in 1994:

                                                                                     Go Bills, for we are here to cheer you

                                                                                    Go Bills, we are your fans so true

                                                                                    With victory in sight

                                                                                   We’ll yell with all our might

                                                                                   So, go Bills, fight Bills, go….

Ms. Bonner was quite overwhelmed with the welcome and in a shaky, scared voice said she had never seen such an outpouring, even at Alabama where her son led the Crimson Tide to two National Championships. She thanked the assembled crowd and said she was anticipating  a great year for the Bills. Waving goodbye,  as she quickly made it to a waiting car, she added it was going to be good to get some rest at her hotel… in a locked closet… with a gun.

AJ McCarron is expected to be the Bills starting quarterback for the 2018-19 NFL season.   

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was mocked, scorned and threatened after reasonably pointing out the Bills chances for success was not good this weekend against the Jacksonville Jaguars in their return to the NFL playoffs after a seventeen year absence.

Kane, who texts with his high school buddies: Al, Frank P. and the Doctor during the weekly Bills games, pointed out getting in with help  on a fourth and twelve Andy Dalton TD pass   was a  fluke. He reiterated, as much as he liked the direction and was into the Bills catch phrase, “trust the process,” they weren’t quite ready for prime time. His longtime friends weren’t having it, texts were furiously returned with stats documenting the erratic play of Jags QB, Blake Bortles while reminding Kane of the Bills big road wins against the Falcons and Chiefs. He countered that Tyrod Taylor was the 21st rated passer in the NFL and took 46 sacks and also added the big wins were countered  by blowouts losses to the Jets, Saints, Chargers and twice to the Patriots. The friends then accused Kane of being a killjoy, who probably told his kids: Santa isn’t real, Voldemort and Steve Bannon are just misunderstood and man will never solve climate change. They then started to mock the P.A. part of his name, saying it stood for: Poopy Ass,  Painful Asshole, Pigeon Anus, Pinhead Author, Penis Ant, Passive Aggressive Krank.

Later that week, sitting at the bar having a beef on weck at Wiechec’s in Kaisertown, Kane fell into conversation with a man and woman while they watched Bills highlights on the TV news. Again citing how excited he was about the Bills future, Kane said he didn’t see how they were going to win this week with LeSean McCoy injured and a shaky, hurt offensive line going against a Jags team that scored seven defensive TD’s and had 55 sacks. 

     Annoyed, the man said, “The Bills are due and Doug Marrone is an arrogant asshole.”     

     “That might be true, but it doesn’t explain how the Bills were going to succeed against the #2 defense in the league.”   

     “I don’t know,” the man said,  “Things happen for a reason. There’s something about a fourth and twelve Andy Dalton TD pass that’s like… destiny. And, Doug Marrone is an arrogant asshole.    

      “Really,” Kane said incredulously, “they’re due…destiny? What about things like statistical trends, talent, home field advantage?”     

     Just then the woman stood up and said, “Oh my god, I bet this nerdfuck never gets laid. Let’s go.”

The couple then got up and moved to the other end of the bar. There, they talked with other patrons, who all flipped Kane off.

Finally, during a break at his day job, seeing how unsuccessful he was pointing out the problems the Jags defense posed for the Bills, Kane asked his co-workers how the twenty-seventh ranked Bills run defense was going to deal with Leonard Fournette and the Jags #1 rated rushing offense. There was general agreement the Bills D needed to step up big and needed to keep it to a field goal game and maybe hit a few big plays. They were the most reasonable points Kane heard all week, but still he didn’t see how they were going to pull it off, while again saying that he “trusted the process.”

One of the guys sitting at the table, who hadn’t said a word yet finally spoke up and to great effect, “Hey Shakespeare, how about I stick the sharp end of a quill pen where the sun don’t shine and then maybe you, your stats and your non-Billief will get with the program.” Turning to others at the table he then said, “Fucking guy is a rain cloud on a sunny fucking day.”

Stunned, Kane, kind of just laughed off the threat while clenching his ass cheeks. Then, for a moment considered what would happen if the Bills did win. He was filled with instant dread, since he was going to get the same shit the following week, only worse because next up was Tom Brady and the Patriots and the Bills hadn’t been competitive with them since the Clinton administration.

Go Bills!!!

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Washington D.C.—It started on their Twitter feeds, Health and Human Services nominee Alex Azar was peppered with questions about fair trade value for suspended Cowboys running back Ezekiel Elliott and if Rams quarterback Jared Goff was a weekly play for the rest of the season, while at the same time CBS Fantasy Football Today podcast host Adam Aizer, was asked what his role was in the insulin collusion case when he was an executive at Eli Lilly and if he was on board with the repeal of Obamacare.

Unsure where these questions were coming from the HHS nominee,  Azar, wanting to get off on the right foot with the public and also fantasy player, answered the questions. He said, short of picking up Alfred Morris, he thought Doug Martin, Ty Montgomery or Marlon Mack would be good value and yes, he expected Jared Goff to be a good play the rest of season.

On that day’s podcast Aizer, confused by the Twitter questions, said he would comment on the occasional movie or band or do a poll about the best breakfast cereals, but Obamacare?… Eli Lilly?… “All I’ll say about Obama is that he would look really good in an Indochino suit and I don’t know Eli Lilly, I know Bob Lilly, Hall of Fame Defensive Tackle from the Cowboys, but not any Eli Lilly. Still, I bet both those guys would look good in Indochino suits too, starting at an amazing $329.”

Later that same day HHS nominee, Azar was on Erick Erickson’s radio show and several callers wanted to know what a fantasy football host was doing on a conservative talk program and why weren’t FFT senior analysts and co-hosts Dave Richard, Jamey Eisenberg or Heath Cummings chosen ahead of him, since all he seemed good for was pimping  Indochino suits and SeatGeeks ? Another angry caller yelling into the phone said Die Hard… IS a Christmas movie and the BONANZAS… were killing him. An awkward silence followed before Erickson tried one more call and that person wanted to know if he really was “the hairy little bastard” his co-hosts said he was? Not knowing what to do with this Erickson moved on, asking Azar what were the biggest challenges facing HHS.

That week, on the Saturday night radio show, Eye On Fantasy Football, which Aizer hosted with Jamie Eisenberg,  things didn’t go much better much better. A caller from Milwaukee, Wi. wanted to know if he was committed to giving healthcare back to the people by ending the government takeover of Medicare? Another caller from Berkeley Ca. wanted to know if Aizer supported the removal of the Obamacare mandate from the new Republican tax plan?

“Again with the Obamacare. C’mon guys this is a fantasy football show, ask us some fantasy questions, let us help you win your league.” Aizer said, his voice cracking with boyish frustration as Eisenberg giggled in the background.

They went to a break, but from there things didn’t get any better. A caller from Fort Lauderdale Fl. sounding eerily like Dave Richard wanted to know when open enrollment for Obamacare was going to end? Then another caller from Florida sounding like Heath Cummings wanted to know if he could pay for his plantar warts medication with his health savings account?

“NOT FUNNY DAVE, NOT FUNNY HEATH,” Aizer responded in the shrill, indignant voice that always got him sent to his room as a kid after losing his temper while playing backgammon or Madden.

With Eisenberg still giggling Aizer pleaded with the audience for fantasy relevant questions, but the next call was from Aizer’s mom. She was not happy and said, “You watch that tone, mister!”

“But, mom, the guys are…”

Aizer’s mom cut him off and said, “No buts young man, the guys are having fun with you and you need to play along. When you get home tonight go directly to your room and stay there till I call you.”

“Yes, mom,” Aizer said sheepishly.

From there the show slowly re-centered on fantasy strategies as Eisenberg, who finally stopped giggling, informed Aizer  people on his  Twitter feed were saying he was being confused with HHS nominee Alex Azar.

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