Tampa Bay Buccaneers' Loss to Jets Simply Unwatchable

Behold the natural progression for the 2009 Tampa Bay Buccaneers:

Bad, worse, terrible, horrible and finally, unwatchable.

The Buccaneers lost their 12th game of the season Sunday at Raymond James and this one was beyond description. It was simply unwatchable.

But we watched it, didn't we?

Don't tell us you need to see the film, Raheem Morris. You need to tell it like it is.

This was deplorable at best. As in 26-3 deplorable, horrible and just plain putrid.

Don't drum up any excuses for us, Raheem. You cannot fool us. You simply cannot.

If it waddles and looks like a duck, and quacks, it's a duck and this is one dead duck of a football team. They call it a professional football team but this Buccaneer squad has become a professional folly. It is a joke and it showed on Sunday.

It's almost too bad to believe: 81 yards passing? FORTY-THREE yards rushing? You fired Jeff Jagodzinski and gave us this?

Shame on everyone at One Buccaneer Place.

Those grinches we call the Glazer family should immediately refund every season-ticket holder the price of this so-called ball game they paid for Sunday.

It would be the right thing to do.

Suffice to say that it is very difficult for an NFL team to play an entire half without a first down. These Buccaneers did exactly that.

And rubbing their Pewter noses in this pile of manure was none other than Thomas Jones, the running back Tampa Bay cut loose a while back. He ran for 99 yards and two touchdowns. The announcing team on CBS referred to him as "one of the dominant backs in the league."

And the Bucs gave up Jones and drafted Cadillac Williams? Sure you can blame that one on Gruden and Allen, but there may be enough blame to go around this franchise for quite a while.

It was quite a while before the Bucs got that initial first down Sunday. It took a personal foul penalty by Bart Scott of the Jets to get it for them.

Hopefully you missed this one. It was 19-0 at the half and the Jets had more points than the Bucs had yards on offense.

The Buccaneers were being humiliated, not by rookie hotshot Mark Sanchez, but by the greatness that is Kellen Clemens, backup extraordinaire. He spent the first half trying to figure out how to hit the broad side of a barn with his passes. Still, the Jets had the Bucs closed out after 30 minutes of football.

So here are your Pewter Pirates, squatting in the corner of a 1-12 season and urinating upon themselves.

They looked helpless out there.

Somebody throw these guys a lifeline.

They need it.

They seem beyond help and simply unwatchable.

But this team is like a train wreck. It's a disaster, but you can't help staring at it.