BEWARE THE GLAZERS

What do the Bucs owners say about another bad season? If only they would tell us. The answer is somewhere down the twisting corridor, past the secret hallways, underneath the cone of silence.

There, in the fortress of solitude, beneath the family crest, in the hushed tones, you might find the answer to the biggest question, and the hardest to answer, in Tampa Bay.

What are the Glazers thinking? Also pronounced as: What? Are the Glazers thinking?

The first half of a season has resulted, pretty much, into a call for a cleanup on Aisle 2. The Tampa Bay Bucs have turned into a mess, inoffensive and indefensible. It looks ugly, it smells bad and it sounds loud.

The most important voices of all, however, remain as silent as always.

Still, you cannot help but wonder: In the most private of moments, when Joel Glazer speaks to Bryan, and when Bryan talks to Ed, and when Ed talks to Av, what do they say?

And how patient do they sound when they say it?

It is a natural question to ask, but let's face it, it's going to take Carnac to answer. There are people in the world who swear they can converse with ghosts and people who say they can talk to the trees and people who say they can even have a decent conversation with player agents.

No one, however, seems to talk to the Glazers. I'm not sure they talk among themselves. I imagine them passing notes around the dinner table.

This, however, is a crucial point in the time line of a franchise. The Bucs are 2-6 and on their way to their third losing season in four years. The thesaurus is running out of synonyms for "wretched."