My relationship with Buccaneer running back Charles Sims has been a rocky one over the last three years. I vividly remember being at the draft in 2014 when Sims’ name was called in the third round; I booed loudly. The Buccaneers at the time had Doug Martin firmly entrenched as the teams’ starting running back, and I believed that a third round pick on a complimentary runner was a waste. (Side note: I cheered for the Austin Seferian-Jenkins pick, so I was a dumb person in 2014).
Sims missed half of his rookie season with injury and wasn’t spectacular in the time that he played, so I continued to feel justified in my disappointment with the pick.