I thought Stevie Johnson, Larry Fitzgerald, and all the guys from New York would would eat up our crap secondary. They didn't. I thought vaunted rushers like Marshawn Lynch and Adrian Peterson could go off against our front seven, and were both held to paltry ypa. Our team only gives up 14 points a game, and all six teams we've faced score more than Tampa Bay does. Our offense is starting to click and have long, sustained drives that rests up the defense. Plus, the wild card is that I will be at this game loud as fug, demoralizing an already downtrodden fanbase.
You guys are all jaded, we all are. But while you can play the it's a trap game card and and dip a big toe into the water, I'm doing a fuging cannonball into the deep end. Maybe you guys feel like you will set yourselves up for less disappointment by not having high expectations, but I believe we score 24+ in this game, which is 13+ more than we'll need to win. I ride out the highs, and self-medicate the lows. If I had the confidence to make a bet against an ex-college linebacker/mma fighter to take a punch to the face if we lost to St. Louis, you know Montsta is gonna be balls deep in Tampa Bay.
Panthers 30
Bucs 10