Chucky's play calling Sunday was enough to make Joe scream.

It’s taken Joe this long to compose himself after Sunday’s loss to the Saints. Simply put, Joe has come to the conclusion Chucky either doesn’t know how to use the talent he has on offense or he is beyond stubborn and sometimes can’t see the street sign he walks right into because he’s too busy looking at the trees.

Given the fact he is friends with Tony LaRussa, what more evidence does Joe need?

Chucky has the deepest group of running backs in the league. He has three that could start at tailback for virtually any team save for Minnesota and San Diego with Earnest Graham, Warrick Dunn and Michael Bennett.

Throw into the equation that the Bucs have such a strong run blocking offensive line, you’d think that against the Saints with their suspect run defense that Chucky would have pounded the ball so much that even a guy like Joe Paterno would start crying for one of those new fangled forward pass thingies.

(How old is Paterno? Ever hear of “The Somme?” Paterno can tell you about it. He was there.)

But nnnnnnnnnnnooooooooooo! Chucky had to be Chucky. He had to be cute. Why he’s even smarter than Brian Billick, just ask him. Let’s pass the ball 40 times and use a no-huddle offense in a frigging dome with 70,000 drunk, screaming ragin’ Cajuns. My, what an offensive genius.

This is not counting that Garcia has been rustier than a ship stranded on a reef for 20 years. Oh yeah, the Bucs best receiver, Joey Galloway, has practiced with the offense just two or three days more than Joe due to the ever troublesome sore groin.

As the game progressed, the few times the Bucs ran they were breaking off solid gains each attempt. You could see it; Joe could see it; anyone walking around with a white cane could see it. Yet Chucky only saw dink-and-dunk passes in an attempt to fool the Saints defense.

The only person Chucky was fooling was himself.

After the game, Chucky blamed himself for a poorly called game. No kidding! You think he may have been able to realize this, oh, I dunno, maybe in the middle of the second quarter?

The sign of a good coach is one that is flexible. A good coach can see what is working and what is not working and tinker accordingly. Only a football version of a LaRussa acolyte would stubbornly keep trying to ram a square peg in a round hole because, by God, He – Chucky — knows better than the drunken sloth at the CITS that pays his salary.

This isn’t the first time Chucky has pulled such a stunt. And sadly it won’t be the last.

Joe knows what the Bucs record is: the Bucs have zero wins. Chucky has one loss.