Well its been a strange week. Obviously the highlight was the Bucs taking the Raiderettes apart piece by wondeful piece. It's so strange, after all these years of never quite been good enough, never quite having enough offense, never quite getting the defense to synch at the right time, to be in the position of winning it all. It was a great day, and although I wasn't in San Diego, it was great to spend the day with (most) of the people who were there when I started this journey seven years ago. Its taken me a week to write this, and even as I type the words I realize how flat it must sound, how divorced I must sound from it all. I guess I feel a little ... anti-climatic! I remember talking with Phil (my best friend - next to Heather -, my best man and the man who made me a Bucs fan all those years ago). We both felt that we had had our Superbowl the week before when we had beat the Eagles - at the Vet, below 40, against McNabb, in the playoffs, all the things we weren't supposed to be able to do. And yet we did it and going into the big game, both Phil and I knew that we would win. I don't mean know in the usual sense of the word when applied to rabid fans who believe that their beloved team of humans are somehow supernaturally brilliant, but knew in the sense that it felt after beating the Eagles against all odds, it was pre-ordained that we would win. And win we did, in fine style.

It was strange how much it felt like the Eagles game - crappy start to come back with early success, slow loss of momentum, bad (horrible) special teams play, especially on punting, that leads to the other side making gains in the 3rd, defense takes them apart, we win. And we sat and we screamed and we drank champagne and we won and we felt ......... human. Very human.