Mike Alstott will be announcing his retirement Thursday morning and the A-Train will finally reach the end of the tracks.

The question I have now is, will this finally be the player who forces the Bucs to find a way to recognize their history? As someone close to the organization pointed out to me this week, among all the many portraits hung on walls at One Buc Place, there's maybe one image that even dares show a player in creamsicle (even though I certainly can't recall ever seeing it).

The Bucs have retired just one number (Lee Roy Selmon's No. 63) and have no ring of honor type of tribute to former players or teams.

It's something the franchise has struggled with since its reinvention in the 1990s. But it's okay to bring up the past even though much of it isn't all that memorable.

In Miami, there's a statue of Dan Marino in front of Dolphin Stadium. In Green Bay, the Packers have their own hall of fame. Shouldn't something in Raymond James Stadium invoke memories of Selmon or Hardy Nickerson, maybe even Jimmie Giles -- a four-time Pro Bowl selection. Put it this way: even the Cardinals have a ring of honor, folks.

If anyone can make the Bucs nostalgic, I suppose it's Alstott. As that aforementioned individual said to me, "don't forget where you come from."

Sometimes, it seems that's exactly what the Bucs do.