This lull is weird.
It’s quiet, too quiet.
I sign on to B/R, of course I check the Buccaneers page first.
Except for the ridiculously prolific Tom Edrington there isn’t much going on.
Nobody has anything to write about.
We are just left here to wait and wonder.
For a lot of teams and fans this six weeks is relaxing,
Not for us fellow Buccaneers.
This lull is excruciating, it is torture and it is terrifying.
For most of the teams in the NFL, they know what they are getting going into this season.
They at least know something about their team that is about to take the field of battle.
We know nothing.
We have a young coach that has yet to prove himself.
The sporting media has already said he has no chance.
We do not know who our quarterback is.
Will it be the rookie, the veteran or the safe bet?
We do not know our defense anymore.
This was the one thing we could always count on, now we but have a handful of familiar faces to hang our dreams on.
We have already been written off as “rebuilding” before training camp even starts.
The league, the NFC South, the city of Tampa and Bucs fans everywhere expect nothing from the team.
This makes them very, very dangerous.
This season could go either way for the Tampa Bay Buccaneers,
The team could relive it’s tortured past and play like they did in the 1970s. They could even adorn the old cream-cicle uniforms with the powder-puff pirate with the knife in his mouth.
Or they could be strong.
Like late Dungy era strong.
We don’t know.
And that scares the hell out of me.
Either way, hold tightly to the lifelines my fellow swashbucklers,
because this ship is leaving port.
And we have no idea what the sea has in store for us.