During the couple or so years leading up to 2002 and especially that year, I used to love Mondays. I worked at a law office in Gainesville and on Mondays would go to the local Subway down the street. With A St. Pete Times in hand, I'd revel in the stories about the previous day's game. No, we didn't win them all back then but even in the losses the defense was a thing of beauty. I'd walk back to work with a bounce in my step looking forward to the upcoming Sunday.
Fast forward to this season. I don't think I appreciated how much following a team impacted my life until this year. Now, on Mondays I usually get up, kick the dog and beat my wife first thing. Just kidding. Actually my wife and my dogs keep me sane in this world going increasingly mad or so it seems.
I can't believe how apathetic I've become towards this team this year. Another loss? Who cares? What did they expect? You can't watch this team implode time after time and not become apathetic. I know some psychologist will say it's just a coping mechanism. I feel like I'm suffering from some sort of variation of the Stockholm Syndrome. My team has been taken hostage and I'm powerless to do anything about it except suffer the consequences.
I've followed all the stories in this bad soap opera about Schiano, Freeman and Beaker, er Glennon and they all make me even more apathetic. Just what is wrong with this team this year? The analysis on here and by posters appears to be right. It's rooted in a poor head coaching decision that has misused the team's assets and created a firestorm of nattering nabobs that only grows bigger with each loss. "Roast the witch" the crowd cries but I just can't get worked up anymore about it.
At this point in this lost season, I wonder why do I continue to waste my Sunday's and have crappy Mondays. I think it is sort of like the train wreck mystique. You just can't take your eyes away even though you know the gruesome outcome. I'm not a Pollyanna type nor a Chicken Little prognosticator. But, the sky certainly seems to be falling and crushing any hope I had for a good, but not necessarily playoff bound season. Just a win,occasionally, might restore some faith.
I think part of my disillusion was being under the illusion that we had turned a corner going into this season. All the "conventional wisdom" about this team has been proven wrong. It's not loaded with talent. I'd say lightly sprinkled is more like it. Former Pro Bowlers now struggle to perform even as good as rookies. High cost assets dropping passes and getting beat for TD's just doesn't square with all the storylines starting in the free agency period. We are now officially in Alice in Wonderland territory. Everything we thought we knew is just the opposite.
I hate this negativity that has clouded my Mondays and for that matter the rest of the week. I hate that on Any Given Sunday, I just expect we will lose. Even to lesser opponents. Where's that dog? I need to vent some more frustration before the game starts.