Super Sunday in San Diego.

Egad. The Oakland Raiders were handed their asses by the TAMPA BAY BUCCANEERS?! Who would have thought, 20-odd years ago, that Tampa Bay would even GET to a Superbowl, much less blow out a team like the Raiders? It's a mind-blowing concept similar to the idea of the Los Angeles Clippers winning the NBA title; most folks just shake their heads and say, "it'll never happen."

Tell it to the Raiders fans: it happened. Black and Silver gave up 48 points. The number one rated offense in the world could only manage 21 points. Oh, it was ugly…and beautiful at the same time. I pitied the fools that paid $1,000 a seat, then dressed up in black and silver grease paint.

I watched the first half of the game in a room equally divided by Buc and Raider fans. Early in the game, when the score was tied at 3, those guys and gals were so loud I couldn't hear myself think. One Raider fan had a lot to say about certain Buccaneers:
"Sapp is too fat to do anything"
"Jurevicus had only one good catch in his life"
"Alstott is gonna fumble it away"
"Keyshawn is gay"

On and on it went…until the first Tampa Bay interception. By the time the half rolled around, and the Bucs were up by 17 points (uh, that's two touchdowns and a field goal for those that don't know), the Raider side of the room had quieted considerably.

By the end of the third quarter, it was quite clearly a ridiculous blowout. Oakland had their clocks cleaned, their lunch stolen, they were chumped in front of the second-largest television audience to ever watch a Superbowl.

Ouch.

Well, at least the commercial for the next "Matrix" movie was cool.

More later…
Paul