August 02, 2003
DIARY OF A BUCS FAN
I promise, promise, promise this will be my last Bucs-related post for a while.
After all, it would be hard to top this morning.
I got up at 5 to watch the kickoff of the Buccaneers vs. Jets game from Tokyo. That was, of course, after I put on my 40 million beads, my No. 40 Mike Alstott jersey. Oh, and of course it was after I plugged in the 6-foot-tall inflatable and illuminated Buccaneer player on my front lawn and pushed my "HOME OF A BUCS FAN" sign into my yard.
Then I mixed me one spicy and potent Bloody Mary - complete with celery stalk - and settled in for the game.
At halftime, I made a scrambled egg-white burrito with salsa and cheese and watched a very efficient second and third-string squad mop up the Jets 30-14.
After that, I went with my family to a VIP opening of a new Krispy Kreme store in Brandon for about an hour, (remarkably I only gnawed on three of those bad-boys with a cup of coffee spiked with Krispy Kreme flavoring). Then we drove to South Tampa to pick up two unbelievably cool new teak chairs we bought last week at Rickshaw Garden. On the way home, we stopped to visit my son Brian's great-grandmother Chick and then I biked about 8 miles home.
To recap: Bucs, Bloody Mary, burrito, bitchin' doughnuts and bicycling.
If there was a better way to spend a morning, I can't think of one.