Deep in the bowels of Soldier Field, dull gray bricks line the corridor. Drab gray concrete, cracked and stained, makes up the floor; fittingly, a dreary, gray Chicago sky peeks through the tunnel. It's through this haze of gloom that the Tampa Bay Buccaneers flood into the concourse. Their game against the Bears, more mauling than true competition, just came to a merciful end, and the players practically run into the visitors' locker room, eager to put physical distance between themselves and this 48-10 debacle.
Near the end of the pack, Ryan Fitzpatrick walks alone.