Born in 1982 I was brought to the Tampa Bay area when I was six. My mother was freshly divorced, and I had not a clue about football. My mother quickly got remarried to a good guy Lions fan. At the time the two teams were in the same division. At the time. You couldn't get away from the slam on the Buccaneers. They were basically giving away tickets at your nearest gas station. I would watch the Lions with my step dad every time they came on TV. I thought it was the coolest thing in the world. Granted, I still had no clue what was going on. I didn't care. I would go in my room and make my G.I. Joes do the most spectacular plays against each other. I would imagine my Joes doing double flips over the defense for a touch down. Or run kick offs that were infinite with infinite players trying to stop me. It was endless fun. I could only do this a couple times a season because Detroit wasn't on TV often. So I decided I would just watch the Bucs every Sunday. I hated the Bucs by the way. The whole Tampa Bay area programmed me to do as such. But as the weeks and months went on with my all elite G.I. Joe team. I found myself watching the Bucs play.. I mean for real. I started to get pissed that the Bucs were losing. I remember that day, and that day. I said to myself. Holy shit, I'm a Bucs fan. From the losing to the winning. That day gave me something that changed my life. It gave me the ultimate entertainment. I went from playing with silly G.I. Joes to becoming a season ticket holder. It's amazing that something that can mean so little, can mean so much. GO BUCS.