It's that time of the year, when I like to take a look back and try a little reflecting. Since playoff hopes have been wrapped like a present you would rather not have, I find it easier to look at it a little more subjectively. It's because I have less emotion involved knowing that the season is mathematically over, thank God. Which brings me directly to my first point. The emotion I manage to sacrifice for this silly f-in game really pisses me off sometimes.  I have had a lot of not so great things going on at the home front. I think it's great that the Saint's can still muster up enough hope in the beginning of the season that truly makes me whole-heartedly believe that THIS is the year, THIS is the year when things will come together. SOMETHING will go right. Then it doesn't. And I'm faced to look at the pile of dung that lay ahead of me in reality, just as I look at the pile of dung behind me that is Saint's season(and also reality). So the first question is this...

Why am I such a gullable DUMBASS!

Not to say I don't have some logical answers to that question, like Tracy Porter, like Sedrick Ellis, like a healthy and playing Meachem, like a Vilma. There's a few more but that they are more focused on my real personal flaws of being a dumbass and  I'd rather not get into that.

Now, what can we take from this painful recurring lesson? I think some notes for us to put in a digital "time capsule" so to speak, and come back to these thoughts, notes, and helpful reminders right before training camp next year. For instance,

PEOPLE GET INJURED! This year has been horrible on the injury front. But remember this, we are one late hit 15-yd late hit personal foul on Drew from a 4-5 win season. This would be devistating. Honeslty, nausea just set in, moving on. But I mean really, it's always somebody, and they are key people most of the time. I don't know what it is, maybe strength and conditioning suck, maybe we got fragile players?

Our division is GOOD now. The Bucs keep getting older, and KEEP taking it to us. ATL....really.....you assholes. Way to do what we did without a hurricane, all you needed was a someone that liked to fight dogs for an overhaul. Carolina, you inconsistent Steve Smith coatail riding, using our should-be backup quarterback division winners you...you.... Really, piss off!

So let's hear something....ANYTHING you want to say at the beginning of next year's training camp.