
The fact the Bucs are playing a second home game in three years in London was enough to make a Bucs fan throw up.
Seems that may have happened to Bucs rookie Adrian Clayborn.
Just six days before the Bucs play the Bears before a collection of mainly curious sightseers, Clayborn decided to rub elbows with the blokes (that’s British slang for kickball-loving pukes) at a pub (that’s British slang for a tavern or a bar) to have some fish and chips (that’s British slang for some nasty cod and greasy fries).
Per Woody Cummings of the Tampa Tribune, Clayborn’s reaction to this gruel was about what Joe’s reaction was the last time he tried to eat Indian food (that’s not American slang not for maize) and his eczema flared up so bad he had to go to his dermatologist to get steroid shots.
Clayborn partook of some traditional fish and chips shortly after arriving here with the Bucs late Monday. All his dip into one of England’s most famous dishes did, though, was ruin his evening.
“It didn’t sit well with me at all,” Clayborn said Tuesday after suffering through a restless Monday night. “It messed up my stomach bad. It won’t keep me from playing, though.”
Well, thank the man upstairs for that. Imagine being forced to play a home game overseas and possibly losing your best defensive lineman because he decided to sample what the locals call food and had to puke his guts out so bad he couldn’t play? And for what? To be a glorified circus show for the hooligans?
Since Clayborn is from St. Louis, Joe suggests someone fly him a crate of belly bombers (White Castle) to settle his stomach down.
Good thing Clayborn didn’t try this p!ss warm beer they sell over there. Ugh!
As the great Norman Chad wrote detailing the history of sports television in his book “Hold on Honey, I’ll Bring You to the Hospital at Halftime:”
1773: Angry colonists disguised as Indians board three ships and throw tea into Boston Harbor, partly to protest the British tea tax and partly to protest bad British cooking. The colonists are helped by some questionable calls from Boston officials.
We Americans love our football and hate for it to be used as some international pawn while trying to eat British cooking. The two are not a good mix, as Clayborn can sadly attest to.
Leave our football alone!