
Of course Joe is happy about the win. But there was something so frightening to Joe he, as a form of mental therapy, must write about.
Josh Freeman, for two plays, looked like Trent Dilfer today.
It was in the second half. The Bucs were nursing a lead. Freeman was rushed and flushed. As he is so adept at doing, Freeman ran out of the pocket to avoid the rush.
He neared the sideline. As he was being sacked out of bounds, Freeman decided to force a pass for roughly three yards when it appeared he was intercepted.
Fortunately for the Bucs, the Saints were called for a horsecollar. First down Bucs.
The heinous decision by Freeman reminded Joe of Trent Dilfer against the Giants at home, falling out of bounds he decides to throw the ball away, only to have it intercepted.
It was without question the most ignorant play of Freeman’s young career. Joe screamed bloody murder at the big HD screen. Others at the watering hole Joe was at were equally outraged. The common cry was “What are you doing?”
The very next play Freeman was under duress. He was about to be sacked when he tossed a short shovel pass to LeGarrette Blount who, mobbed, fumbled.
Joe put his heads in his hands and vividly was reminded of Dilfer wearing Bucco Bruce orange.
The only logical conclusion Joe could come with was that Freeman finally was letting the pressure get to him, with the Bucs chances, prayers of postseason clearly on his shoulders.
Joe obviously hopes that the win, culminating the race to 10, has forever exorcised his Dilfer demons.