Thinking back in my life, I recall seeing the Rolling Stones in the summer of '78 for the Some Girls tour. Standing amidst the flock of "Stoners" (both true and assumed), the reality of what was transpiring before my eyes just couldn't be totally accepted. Even though I was there, at the front of the stage, directly in front of Keith (my childhood idol), my thinking was something along these lines.....
"Can this really be happening? Is this a dream? Or some far-fetched fantasy I'm experiencing in a dream state brought on my some psychosis? Will I remember any of what I'm seeing?"
Why bring this up? Quite simply, it's because that is the closest thing I can come to in order to convey just how I really can't believe what I saw Sunday night.
True, I ascended last week from the abyss that has been my life the last few weeks in order to give my prediction of the Bucs/Raiders Super Bowl. And while the score I predicted didn't come to fruition, I was pretty certain the Bucco Defense would take care of whatever issued arrived come game time.
Must truly confess that I was more than mildly suprised the Buccos were able to dominate the Eagles like they did to advance to the big game, although I do recall predicting them doing rather nicely this year. In fact, I was quite the Gruden supporter if you recall, when he was brought on. It was because of the demolition of the Eagles that I felt confident in coming up with the score "Bucs 32 Raiders 20" as kindly posted by Nolan last week.
But 48 points? From the Bucs? Folks, as Nolan can attest, I've seen more than my share of the National Football League over the years and I can't remember the last time I saw such a thorough shallacking of a Number 1 Offense which Oakland was. Even last year's Patriots stunner over the Rams (another right prediction as I toot my horn) can't compete with the complete and utter Lockdown the Bucs put on the Raiders, turning their NFL MVP Rich Gannon into less than a mere shadow of himself. I guess that's what happens when you spend most your time in a game picking your ass up off the ground.
Truly amazing and superior were our mighty Bucs. Heck, I doubt ANYONE could have competed with us on Sunday. Our offense, as I had hoped earlier in the year, finally started coming to life and picked the Super Bowl, of all weeks, to really come to the fore. Yeah for us. I still can't believe it.
Oh well, I guess it's time to put the tape in again and watch the Super Bowl for what will now be the 3rd time. Sometimes you just can't get enough of a good thing. That being said, I simply must state, once more with feeling.............
THE TAMPA BAY BUCS ARE SUPER BOWL XXXVII CHAMPIONS
You know, I really like the sound of that. Oh the wonder of it all.
Till next time take care and God bless
Matthew
