For the past few years, Mondays in Tampa Bay have been tough. You're virtually guaranteed two things as you begin your work week: interminable traffic on the Howard Frankland and radio hosts dissecting the disappointment of yet another Buccaneers loss.
But for many fans, football is a religion, and as a new weekend nears, the fog of frustration clears. By the time you grab your popcorn and take your seat Sunday afternoon, you've forgiven past performances. You're a believer again. You want to witness victory, but these days you'll settle for feeling entertained for at least 90 minutes.