Tampa Bay Buccaneers Bumble, Does Mark Dominik Have a Self-Preservation Agenda?

There's something on my mind, that little voice that keeps whispering, questioning, wondering.

Now that the Buccaneers have made their coaching search look like the final games of the regular season, now that Mark Dominik and his bosses, Moe, Larry and Curley, have had their faces covered in duck pie, we have to ask ourselves if Mark Dominik has a self-preservation agenda in all of this.

Think about this for a moment:

What is most important to Dominik—getting a strong-willed, fiery guy with solid NFL experience or getting a guy he knows he can control?

After all, isn't it all about control for Dominik?

There's a reason a lot of coaches won't want this job. They will have to let Dominik be the final decision maker.

Do you think for a moment that if push came to shove with a guy like Mike Zimmer, that he's going to let Mark Dominik have the final word on who should or shouldn't play for the Bucs?

Do you think for a moment that deep down inside, Dominik knows that if he were to hire a personality like Zimmer, eventually a power struggle might ensue?

Make no mistakes about it, Raheem Morris wasn't calling any final shots during his time here.

It's all about Dominik, and he's not going anywhere, anytime soon. He's got that juicy contract extension from the sons of Malcolm, and he's sitting fat and pretty.

This latest episode with Chip Kelly has to be a head scratcher.

Did Dominik think he was about to sign the second coming of Jim Harbaugh?

How would an Oregon Duck spread offense translate to the NFL? Fact is, it wouldn't.

Would Kelly be able to assemble an NFL staff that could compete with what New Orleans has on tap with its staff, with what Atlanta has with its staff, what Carolina has with its staff?

Cue Stone Cold Steve Austin—"oh hell no."

You can bet your Buccaneer, "We're No. 32" foam finger, that the rest of the league is snickering over this one.

Miami rescued Joe Philbin from this Tampa travesty, and you've got to think that Tom Clements would rather be the Packers offensive coordinator than the warden of this bumbling, gone-to-hell-in-a-hand-basket Tampa Bay franchise.

It really didn't take Chip Kelly very long to come to his senses.

Think about it for a moment. He's in a contract that guarantees him more than $20 million through 2016. He's sitting in a really nice college town, and he's the king. Oregon gets whatever recruits it wants, and the Pac-12 beats the hell out of playing against guys like Drew Brees, Matt Ryan, and now, the splendid Cam Newton.

Why leave the kingdom and the mega bucks of Nike's Phil Knight for the fiefdom and the penny-pincing Glazers?

No doubt, Kelly's wife hit him with a strong: "You can't be serious!"

When all was said and done, Kelly came to his senses.

Perhaps, one day the Glazers will come to their senses and wonder what they're doing with Mark Dominik heading up this disaster.