“We’re Takin’ Over The League”

January 26th, 2013

Yes, that’s Gerald McCoy carrying Doug Martin. … What happens in Hawaii, stays in Hawaii.

Joe would love to inject Raheem Morris and rockstar general manager Mark Dominik with truth serum and demand to know who they wanted more on opening day of the 2010 draft: Ndamukong Suh or Gerald McCoy?

Suh went to the Lions with the No. 2 overall pick, and McCoy came to Tampa at No. 3. For some reason, McCoy felt the need to explain there is no bad blood between the two defensive tackles in this Buccaneers.com video from Pro Bowl practice in Hawaii. McCoy grabs the microphone and runs down Suh for a chat.

They get all affectionate and McCoy claims, “we’re takin’ over the league.”

Joe hopes McCoy is predicting the future. If McCoy gets another notch better next season, the entire Bucs defense will be impacted positively.

11 Responses to ““We’re Takin’ Over The League””

  1. Miguel El Magnifico Says:

    Picture Thomas 2.2 dressed in black with a black acoustic guitar singing in a Johnny Cash style with a gravelly voice.

    Well my daddy left home when I was three
    And he didn’t leave much to ma and me
    Just this old guitar and an empty bottle of booze.
    Now, I don’t blame him cause he run and hid
    But the meanest thing that he ever did
    Was before he left, he went and named me “Ndamukong Suh.”

    Well, he must o’ thought that is quite a joke
    And it got a lot of laughs from a’ lots of folk,
    It seems I had to fight my whole life through.
    Some QB would giggle and I’d get red
    And some center laughed and I’d bust his head,
    I tell ya, life ain’t easy for a boy named “Ndamukong Suh.”

    Well, I grew up quick and I grew up mean,
    My fist got hard and my wits got keen,
    I’d roam from town to NFL town to hide my shame.
    But I made a vow to the moon and stars
    That I’d search the honky-tonks and bars
    And kill that man who gave me that awful name.

    Well, it was Gatlinburg in mid-July
    And I just hit town and my throat was dry,
    I thought I’d stop and have myself a brew.
    At an old saloon on a street of mud,
    There at a table, dealing stud,
    Sat the dirty, mangy dog that named me “Ndamukong Suh.”

    Well, I knew that snake was my own sweet dad
    From a worn-out picture that my mother’d had,
    And I knew that scar on his cheek and his evil eye.
    He was big and bent and gray and old,
    And I looked at him and my blood ran cold
    And I said: “My name is ‘Ndamukong Suh!’ How do you do!
    Now you’re gonna die!!”

    Well, I hit him hard right between the eyes
    And he went down, but to my surprise,
    He come up with a knife and cut off a piece of my ear.
    But I busted a chair right across his teeth
    And we crashed through the wall and into the street
    Kicking and a’ gouging in the mud and the blood and the beer.

    I tell ya, I’ve fought tougher men
    But I really can’t remember when,
    He kicked like a mule and he bit like a crocodile.
    I heard him laugh and then I heard him cuss,
    He went for his gun and I pulled mine first,
    He stood there lookin’ at me and I saw him smile.

    And he said: “Son, this world is rough
    And if a man’s gonna make it, he’s gotta be tough
    And I knew I wouldn’t be there to help ya along.
    So I give ya that name and I said goodbye
    I knew you’d have to get tough or die
    And it’s the name that helped to make you strong.”

    He said: “Now you just fought one hell of a fight
    And I know you hate me, and you got the right
    To kill me now, and I wouldn’t blame you if you do.
    But ya ought to thank me, before I die,
    For the gravel in ya guts and the spit in ya eye
    Cause I’m the son-of-a-bitch that named you “Ndamukong Suh.'”

    I got all choked up and I threw down my gun
    And I called him my pa, and he called me his son,
    And I came away with a different point of view.
    And I think about him, now and then,
    Every time I try and every time I win,
    And if I ever have a son, I think I’m gonna name him
    Dini or Gerald! Anything but Ndamukong Suh! I still hate that name!

  2. Ian's Gay Lisp & Ron's Drinking Problem Says:

    It’s a beautiful Saturday….please go outside

  3. eDDy k0k0 Says:


  4. Superd Says:

    Great Job with the Video Hawaiian Buc!!!

  5. Jacko101 Says:

    I just funished Homework all while being outside on the water the life of a Floridian

  6. Joe and Rachael's wedding planner Says:

    Put him down gently please McCoy lol

  7. Max Says:

    wow! that video was amateur hour…step your game up rachel.

  8. JobBucsFan 1.5 Says:

    I think Gerald’s a little giddy, let’s see if he can continue to make it to Honolulu in consecutive years. Personally, I hope so.

  9. Ian's Gay Lisp & Ron's Drinking Problem Says:

    BREAKING NEWS……Gil Brandt says: Warren Sapp does NOT make Hall of Fame this year!!!!!!!!!! (listening to NFL Radio replay right now)

  10. BigMacAttack Says:

    HOF selections should be decided by NFL Coach/Player alumni and not sports writers.

  11. Miguel El Magnifico Says:

    If Sapp doesn’t make the HOF on the 1st ballot, the election process is as corrupt as the country’s election process.