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Bucs loss in New Orleans: Atrocious


Special Contribution by Buccaneers Gab Featured Author Chris C.

In life it is most of the time difficult to find one word that perfectly captures any experience.  This is not one of those times.

What word is it that perfectly captures what just happened?  Hint: it is the title of this dirge, begins with “a,” and ends in “trocious.”

Everything one could have feared would happen, happened.  The strategy was non-existent.  The execution of the nonexistent strategy was nonexistent.  The sense of watching a professional football team play professional football was nonexistent.  It was like witnessing a bunch of gentle willows get blown away by a brutal hurricane.  There was no vision, no insight, not even a hint that any of our coaches had given so much as a second’s thought to what Sean Payton might try and do to outwit them.

And it wasn’t just the coaching.  Our team did not play young, must less youngry, but plain immature, while at the same time moving and tackling and running routes like a cadre of 65 year-olds (give or take).  The attitude was venomous, angry, and fissiparous.  One could smell the bitterness through the TV screen.  One could feel this team falling apart in one’s guts.

I have already made my feelings well known, and at length, on this blog: the rot begins at the top.  These players are not being coached properly.  I had tried to limit my bomb-throwing to Olson, but it’s clear now that it’s a mistake to scapegoat him alone.  I have never wavered in my support for Raheem.  Alas, today I am wavering.

What I suspect is going on is deep denial.  It was already clear from the Chicago game that our staff did not have a good understanding of what the problem is with this team.  They say: “Penalties.”  They say: “Run the ball.”  They say: “Get Freeman set in the pocket.”  Wrong.  These are symptoms, and week-to-week we may palliate them or paper them over with miracle victories.  But the disease, the root cause of the rot, is the system itself.  It is too rigid, but also, somehow, too haphazard.  When we need courage, as in the third down today when Olson inexplicably chose to rip his commander off the field in favor of a gimmick, we turn yellow.  When we need our best, we huck it to our worst.  When we need boldness, we go timid; when we need to be cautious, we go inexplicably bold.  Everything is off, no one is comfortable, the utter lostness is literally palpable.  Our coaches do not understand that palliatives will not work.  I have hesitated in the past to outright assert what I am about to assert, but I hesitate no more: I don’t think they understand that football is a mind game as much as it is a physical one.  And this is just the kind of blindness that can walk a team into a field of landmines.

I admit, nonetheless, that I felt sorry for Raheem when I watched him pacing the sidelines today, gnashing his teeth, steam practically blasting from his ears.  What our team did on the field was just unacceptable – in a Pop Warner team.  I am not going to abandon Raheem yet – he has earned forbearance at least for the rest of this season.  I want him to understand that radical changes are mandatory.  I want him to see that a coach and his staff must give their players a vision of how the mind game is played against each and every opponent – that a coach must never let his players feel as though they are up a very smelly creek without a paddle.  But there is no Plan B; there is barely a Plan A.  In place of players aspiring to see the game as a whole, we get slogans and, in the event of failure, contrition for symptoms without any apparent awareness of the deeper sickness.

Make no mistake: It is not that we lost, it is how.  We will seek for signs of progress, any progress, in vain.  We are the Sisypheans, being crushed by the boulder we keep futilely trying to push up the mountain.  The solution is not to keep pushing the same boulder up the same mountain.  It is to stop the madness entirely and reconceive our task.

There is a word to capture all of this.  We know what it is.  Does our team?  If so, what are they going to do about it?  And if not now, when?


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2 Responses to “Bucs loss in New Orleans: Atrocious”

  1. BucsFanAndaBudMan says:

    Haha, “Hope and Change.” I didn’t see much of a saleable game plan either, but then again, how could we when so many penalties force us to play for field position rather than first downs?

    If our D-line continues to play like ferocious children, then I can’t see why every team won’t pop us in the mouth five-to-ten times with screens and runs around the end. Their violence is admirable, but they need a little more guidance than simply, “get the quarterback.” How about some outside contain and ball awareness? Our ends aren’t exactly Julius Peppers’, so we need a little less heroism, and little more assignment; get back to the basics: in phalanx warfare the “hero” who broke ranks to go forward and kill on his own not only got killed for his foolhardiness, but he destroyed the integrity of the hoplite “wall” and placed his entire army at risk. Racking up sacks is strictly for the great (and the lucky), I think we need to put a leash on our delusions for the moment and settle for simply playing well (i.e., take outside contain and gap assignments more seriously than sacking the QB).

    As for our linebackers, I keep dreaming that a Lance Briggs will all of the sudden appear on our sidelines and give us the hardened experience we so desperately need. I look at our linebackers every game and can’t help but to think that none of them look like men. They don’t tackle like men, their field presence does not command respect, and they don’t have the physical build of rock-solid veterans with bones of steel. Briggs is a habitual trade-case; he is very unhappy in Chicago… so what’s the hold up? I bet there are a number of other experienced LBs in the league who can’t stand their organization and who would love to come down to Tampa; let’s get on that post haste (to be honest, I think we should have done this in the off-season, but we still shouldn’t give up hope that we’re wooing someone of Briggs’ caliber).

    Our offense doesn’t have the problems of our defense. They should be rollin’, and I too go back to Olson and ultimately Raheem’s lack of control as the corrosive element here. First, tame Olson, and if Raheem can’t manage that, then his job will be on the line too. Raheem still needs to step on some toes, and Olson is ripe for a good foot stompin’. “Hope and Change,” Raheem… “Hope and Change.”

    • TampaToo says:

      You sold me. Time to start the “Get Lance Briggs” movement. And I will add getting Derrick Brooks as an LB coach would be tremendous. Time to get some knowledge in the environs.

      Briggs + Brooks = Winning!

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