Topic: The Bucs
It's that time of year again. With all of the important things going on: hurricanes, wars and indictments, oh my... I thought I'd hit on something critical.
You see, the problem with the world is that we sometimes take things way too seriously and we don't relax. By the way, have you given anything for hurricane relief yet? Anyway, I'm just burned out on everything right now.
Except my new, shiny, Cadillac.
If you've been watching the first three weeks of the NFL season, then you've heard of him. He runs like the wind and is a punishing run finisher.
I've been a bunch of things in my day. I've had many unique and fascinating friends come and go. I've been all over the world.
But I've always been a Buc fan. And during the last two years returning to the valley of the shadow of death, I have feared that the boys might be done for in the short term.
Then along came the Cadillac.
We Buc fans have long speculated just how dangerous our defense would be if only it had a running game to keep it rested. Even when we were kicking the dog poo out of Oakland in the Super Bowl, many of the faithful were wondering how hideous the score could have been with a bruiser in the backfield (and Pittman had one heck of a game).
Always we longed for "THE" back. That one special guy who could take a game and put it on ice. The guy who could sit Brett Farve's talented behind firmly on the bench until he got up long enough to toss a pick to a well-rested Buc safety. Now, brethren of the crossed swords, we got one.
So when I listen to the Philly talk show homers talking about Carolina and Philly being the class of the NFC, I have to laugh. These are the same homers who were packing their bags back when the Bucs last rolled into town in January. The complete lack of respect boggles the mind.
It's a long road to Detroit, but you can bet that if our Caddy keeps his wheels on the turf, that road begins at the other end of Interstate 75, down in the Sunshine State.
So, Philly homers, keep talking about the Panthers and the Falcons and whatever dead meat you can scavenge out of the NFC North and West. But make sure you get those well worn crying towels out if you think that it ends there. It may be you're heading to Tampa come January. And, for literary effect, the only hell hotter than the spotlight of angry Philly fans is the heat of a Tampa January Sunday when the boys are pounding you on offense and running you through the back of the end zone on defense.
I hear Detroit is lousy in January. You guys can stay home and let us take care of representing the NFC. Hey, that may just be an order. Keep yapping.
