Blast from the Past: “You Go, Joe!!!!!”
Hey! Hey! Tampa Bay it’s another edition of the Blast from the Past, and I wanted to make this one a little bit special because this player is a cult hero in Bucs nation and I figured it’s time to for him to have his due.
Mr. Joe Jurevicius.
Before Vincent Jackson and Mike Evans, there was Joe, a 6’5 wide receiver with hops. He was born on December 23rd, 1974 in Cleveland, OH and growing up Jurevicius playing in various sports like basketball and football which he played wide receiver and punter at St. Justin Martyr School in Eastlake, OH. His number 84 is retired in the gymnasium of the school.
After high school, he attended the famous Penn State University under head coach the late Joe Paterno. He ended his college career with an impressive 94 catches for 1,905 yards and 15 touchdowns. Jurevicius earned his NFL dream by being picked by the New York Giants in the second round of the 1998 NFL Draft. In New York, he played 58 games for the Giants and had a sub-par career there with 1,442 yards for five touchdowns.
Before the 2002 season, Jurevicius was not resigned by the Giants and entered free agency. He signed a four-year contract with the Tampa Bay Buccaneers, and during his time there he has his ups and downs. He even endured the devastating loss of his young son Michael, who was born before the NFC championship game against the Philadelphia Eagles.
Jurevicius made the one play that turned the franchise around with a 71-yard touchdown catch from QB Brad Johnson to light their path on their to the Super Bowl. After the season he continued to visit his son burial site.
Jurevicius left the Buccaneers in the 2004 season and played a few more seasons with Seattle and Cleveland before a career-ending knee injury with his hometown team the Browns. He retired in 2004 after the season and now lives in Ohio with his wife and two daughters.
For Bucs fans, Joe will always be known for “The Catch” in the NFC title game and having famous Buccaneers radio announcer Gene Deckerhoff screamed, “You go, Joe!”