Sunday, January 26, 2003
Monday Morning Fan Dept.
Unless you've been living in a situation that has you snuggled safely underneath a rock, you know that the Tampa Bay Buccaneers defeated the Oakland Raiders 48-21 in Super Bowl XXXVII (that's 37 to those of you not steeped in the Classics).
It should be noted that I've been a fan of the Buccaneers since childhood, growing up in the suburbs of the Tampa-St. Pete metroplex. I often spent Sunday afternoons watching Bucs games, wearing the dreadful Tang-colored jersey that preceded the red-and-silver of today's team, waiting to eat dinner at the 4pm Blue Plate Specials at the local restaurant. I'd wear the eyepatch. I had the whole pirate deal going, the "Aargh, mateys!" and the "Shiver me timbers!" both. And over twenty years of loyal fandom, the Bucs have rewarded my loyalty by beating the hated Raiders.
In a way, we're all going to Disneyworld, aren't we?