I’m starting to run out of negative adjectives and things to describe shit like this.
Seahawks 27 – Bucs 24 (Overtime)
So, the Bucs won the coin toss to start today’s contest against the Seattle Seahawks. It was all downhill after that.
It didn’t start all at once, or even right away. Indeed, it wasn’t until after what can safely be described as a damned fine first half that the Bucs proceeded to find every pooch within the Emerald City’s greater metropolitan area and piledriver screw it into oblivion.
Make all the jokes you want about the Seahawks and their penchant for winning ugly, but they hung tough, came back in the second half and held class in their house. The Bucs who had mounted a 21-0 lead deep in the second quarter, gave up a Seattle touchdown before halftime before notching a field goal to start the 3rd period. After that? All Seahawks, all the time. Seattle quarterback Russell Wilson led his team on a quest to find seventeen unanswered points to tie the game late in the 4th quarter, after which both teams downshifted in order to force overtime.
Winning the coin toss to launch overtime, Tampa performed one of their patented “three plays and out” series before doing pretty much everything save carrying Wilson and the Seahawks offense down the field all the way to their own 6 yard line, after which Seattle kicker Steven Hauschka put the Bucs out of their misery.
(Do me a favor? Yeah, you. Pass me that box of Kleenex.)
With the talent Tampa boasts on its roster, it’s mind-boggling that they’re winless at this point of the year. People may have bitched and moaned about Josh Freeman, but the dude’s been gone a month now. Plus, he didn’t play defense, so what the fuck, Bucs?
(I’m out of Kleenex. Look in the cupboard over there.)
Elsewhere in the NFC South division, New Orleans was handed just their second loss of the year today, but they’re still a game ahead of the Carolina Panthers, who won today against division rival Atlanta.
Meanwhile, the Bucs drop to 0-8–their worst start since the year I graduated high school and went to boot camp, 1985–with a Monday night game at home looming on the horizon. That’s right, folks! Those of you who’ve only heard about Tampa’s trials and tribulations will now get to see them showcased on a national–nay, global–stage a week from tomorrow. That is, unless ESPN just decides to go with a block of Zumba infomercials or something.
If anybody needs me, I’ll be on my way to Costco. I’m out of Kleenex.