There’s something to be said for sportsmanship…. just not at a Buccaneers game.

This past Sunday afternoon, the Tampa Bay Buccaneers hosted the New York GEEEEEEE-Men in the new sombrero. To much of Tampa’s dismay, the Giants came out victorious in this match-up to advance in the NFL playoffs, leaving Buccaneer management with some difficult off-season decisions about their future.

On paper, the Giants were, and are, the better team.  That translated onto the field.  The Giants were underdogs going into that game, but you’d be hard-pressed to find anyone who took the Bucs and laid the points.  If they played that game again, the Giants would win it again.

Anyway, I had the pleasure of attending this game with a life-long friend, who happens to be a Giants fan born and bred.  We had talked about him flying down for weeks, hadn’t seen each other in a while and landed some great tickets from the same person who scored those Police concert tickets not long ago.  Much thanks!  My friend, Jason, was appropriately decked out in full Giants regalia, rockin’ the Strahan jersey with more Giants gear layered underneath.

Since we’re like brothers, and by kick-off quite whiskey-infused, he and I were going at it ALL day.  When the Bucs got off to a fast start and the Giants failed to move the ball in the first quarter, I heckled him, and Eli, mercilessly.  But as the Bucs’ hopes started to fade later in the game, the Giants fans in the stadium became progressively louder.

Now sure, we were being a touch rowdy (this was an NFL playoff game, wasn’t it?), but trust me, my friend is from New Jersey and I have seen him WAY more obnoxious…. which brings me to my point.

After the Giants won, Jason went down to the front rows to celebrate with other Giants fans.  The guy seated to his left, who sported a John #### jersey (no longer on the Bucs, mind you), looked at me and said in total seriousness “I can’t believe you!  You call yourself a Bucs fan?”

I looked at him in amazement, wondering what he was talking about.  I hadn’t even spoken a word to this guy all game.  He then asked how I could bring a Giants fan to a Buccaneers playoff game.  As if the Bucs' inadequate offense was a direct correlation to my friend's seat assignment.  Huh?  Did I miss something?  I asked him what he was talking about, telling him that J and I grew up together.

“Yeah, but your boy was obnoxious,” he went on, by that point, almost bowing up to me.  Now I was about a pint and a half of whiskey in and was hardly about to back down to this putz.  I told him to look around as there were at least 10,000 other obnoxious Giant fans around.  They’re Giants fans… that’s what they do. 

“Yeah, but you encouraged him.”  I told that bonehead that J’s my best friend and I was merely congratulating him on his victory.  I’ll be darned if I’m going to let some stranger mess with my family, or my character.

I mean, you’ve got to me kidding me.  We’re all avid sports fans but…. this is a game we’re talking about here, right?  Is there something wrong with congratulating a friend, an opponent, or someone you don’t even know who roots for the opposing team on a hard-fought victory??   Do you hear Gambit insulting Pete_Nice improperly?  Or Marty Walker and Bayoudog talking about each other’s families?

The guy continued on, but I kept my senses and wasn’t about to stoop to his level.  When I met my friend in the aisle later on, he couldn’t believe it, laughing and telling me “Are you kidding me??  That guy was from Jersey!!"

So there you have it, friends.  Another episode of how fan-hood can go horribly wrong.  Remember, Bucs fans, to the Geeeee-Men faithful, we’re still an expansion team.  And it showed on Sunday… on the field and in the stands.  While Giants fans proudly sported Harry Carson jerseys, the best we could come up with was Mike Alstott. 

Folks, let’s keep things in perspective here.  Players shake hands with one another post-game to celebrate competition and fair play.  Sport exists to remind us what truly matters… sportsmanship and courtesy, not resentment, anger or bitterness.

So the next time your team loses and you’re among strangers, try elevating YOUR game and recognize that you’re among fellow human beings with family and friends.  You might just turn your loss into a well-earned victory.

As sports fans, there are certain athletes we just love to hate.  Whether they’ve historically been a fierce rival and have always got the better of your team or they’re just plain ignorant, there are a certain few that hold a special place in our heart… for hating.

As I’ve gotten older, and somewhat more mature depending on you ask, the ‘hate’ has subsided into more of a resentment or dislike.  But that feeling still exists for a special few.  Growing up a Red Sox fan, I obviously always hated Reggie Jackson.  As Gator fans, the city of Gainesville has always collectively hated Bobby Bowden, the altitudinally challenged Terry Bowden, Warrick Dunn, Charlie Ward, i.e., anyone who has consistently gotten the better of us.  Even Bruce Pearl gets on my nerves these days.

Therein lays the rub with Peyton Manning.  Mr. Manning holds a special place in the hearts of all Gator fans.

As most of you know, Peyton first earned his reputation for not “winning the big one” at his four years at Tennessee when he was unable to best the Spurrier and Wuerffel-led Florida Gators.  Each year, Tennessee showed tremendous promise, yet went down to defeat, often embarrassingly.  In fact, in 1995 Sports Illustrated visited Knoxville to do their cover story on Peyton, and after outplaying him, Wuerffel graced the cover that week.  When Peyton Manning announced he was returning to Tennessee for his senior year for another shot at beating Florida, Coach Spurrier mocked that Manning had only come back for another Citrus Bowl MVP award.

This is why I currently harbor absolutely no ill-will at all towards one of the more polarizing sports figures today.  You can't hate someone that never beat you.  Yankees fans never hated Red Sox fans as much as they were hated in return... until 2004, of course.  If you're a Patriots fan, you don't hate the Colts, but Colts fans sure as heckfire hate the Pats (and apparently so do Charger fans).

Recent posts have polled you, asking whether you’d like to see Peyton finally get the proverbial #### off his back with a Super Bowl victory, or continue to be the goat, once again falling short of his perceived greatness.  To me, it doesn't really matter.

Of course, I still wince every time I see Yankee pitching coach Ron Guidry in pinstripes.  Or when I see Keith Hernandez on Seinfeld re-runs.  But Peyton is just Peyton to me.  I wish him well, so long as he's not wearing orange.

Patriots vs. Colts!!!

Manning vs. Brady!!!

Vinatieri against his former team!!!

Rookie running back vs. rookie running back!!!

There's no reason NOT to overhype this matchup.

Despite Brady's and Manning's high interception count in the post-season (8 so far between them!), both men have led their respective teams, once again, to the AFC Championship game.

Peyton MUST exorcise his demons next weekend with a Colts victory, or will forever be known Brady's ####.

Everyone, bloggers and sports commentators alike, are so gung #### about the Philadelphia Eagles, no one is even giving the New York Football Giants a chance to win this game.  Blame it on injuries, or Coughlin, or Eli.... you name it, but many have written off the New York in favor of the "hotter" Eagles.  That's why I like the G-men in this one.

Not to take anything away from their late season accomplishments in the wake of losing McNabb to injury, but it is possible that the Eagles lose this football game.  On paper, I still feel the Giants are the better team.  And although we don't play the games on paper, the Giants might just have enough left in their tank to kick it into gear now that they're in the playoffs.

Remember, we're talking about a team that was a common preseason pick to represent the NFC in the Super Bowl.