Sweet Jesus, that broke my heart, but at least we saw some signs of life from our quarterback, who impressed me in many ways and guaranteed that my first-born will be named "Chris Simms," if he's born before next Sunday.
The thing you all care about: Greg is now beating the shit out of evil Kynan in the who-will-score-more contest (note: Raiders didn't totally play this week, or nothin', so Kynan may have a handicap). This is the only thing making me feel good about myself. I found a graphing tool, so now I can display just how much awesomer the Bucs are than the Raiders.
Notes from the sports bar. Most of the people I hang out with on a regular basis are not insane sports fans, so it's a bit odd to be around them. The gang that's sort of "adopted" me is really cool, but outside of that little island, it's all weird shit going on. There's a few other Bucs fans at this bar, led by this scary Steve Albini/marine fusion dude who looks like he's just taking a break from the serial killer life. Also, I've re-learned how much a heartbreaking loss can bring men together -- me and Kev the Steelers fan were almost hugging after our mutual failures.