Ask Dayton 3 – Go Buccaneers!
Question: What is life like as a long suffering Tampa Bay Buccaneer’s fan? How do you do it? And please describe what it was like when they won the Super Bowl?
The obvious answer is that, for a long, looooooooooong time, it was very frustrating to be a Buccaneers fan. For a period of more than a decade, the team languished at the bottom of the league, its owners refusing to invest any money into signing and developing players which might help the organization become and remain competitive. All that changed in the mid-1990s, when new owners purchased the team and immediately began infusing money and talent in a bid to forge a championship team. It would take a few more years, but in February 2003, the dream of every longtime, die hard Buccaneers fan was realized when Tampa trounced the Oakland Raiders in Super Bowl XXXVII. Since then? The Bucs have struggled, though there are hints that they may soon be on the road back to greatness. All the while, through the good and lean years, I have been here, wearing my Bucs hats and shirts and flying my pirate flag every Sunday during football season, cheering on my team and longing for the day they return to their former glory.
What? That’s too simple or pat an answer? Okay, then. Try this on for size:
Once upon a time (translation: sometime in 1976), the Football Gods reached down from the heavens and bestowed upon mortal man two new teams to go with the 26 platoons of gridiron warriors comprising the National Football League. One of those teams would make their home in Seattle, while the other would settle in the land of Tampa, and the men who would do battle there called themselves “Buccaneers.”
In the Beginning, they struggled for acceptance, suffering defeat after defeat in the arena. The masses, though loyal, began to grow impatient as their gladiators recorded loss after loss. The Buccaneers would amass 26 consecutive thrashings, becoming the butt of numerous jokes, before traveling to the distant province of New Orleans and crushing their first foe, the Saints, before an audience of stunned onlookers. It was quickly followed by a second victory. Eventually, and in only their fourth year of service, the Buccaneers advanced to within a hair’s breadth of Ultimate Conquest.
Then, mediocrity seized the Buccaneers in its unshakable grasp, trapping them for more than a decade in the throes of frustration, defeat, and despair. For lo those many years, only we, the Ever Faithful, stood by our gladiators. We hoped against hope that some glimmer of greatness would dare show itself as they took to the arenas and dueled stronger, faster, and better-equipped opponents. For this, we were maligned, castigated, and dismissed as the unthinking, unknowing puppets of folly. The Buccaneers spent many years toiling in the shadows, bringing new warriors into the fold, honing their skills and cultivating a reputation as a force with which to be reckoned. Inch by painful inch, they clawed their way from the depths of inferiority, until one magnificent day early in 2003 when they emerged onto the Field of Glory, destined to wage a battle for the ages. The day would end with them overcoming their final, mightiest foe, and moving to stand atop the corpses of all they had vanquished during their journey, bloodied weapons held high and proud as they savored their well-earned victory.
And where was I on that day? Cursed as I was to dwell within the territorial borders of a rival faction, I had no choice but to observe this epic clash of titans from the cozy environs of stately Ward Manor. I donned the uniform of my fearless gladiators and cheered them on, defying the will of those around me and celebrating my team’s victory as though I too had helped to secure it. And then? I loaded my plate down with more chicken wings, and fetched a cold beer from the fridge. Why? Because someone had brought a copy of The Bourne
Identity on DVD to watch after the game.
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