It was good to see Al Davis coherent and sharp as Woody Wood Pecker and looking as cool as The Fonz.
I don’t know what goes on behind close doors at Raiders HQ and I don’t want to know. Especially after watching Davis turn scape goat Lane Kiffin into spaghetti squash. With “cause” of course.
On a personal level, that hit close to home.
Literally.
I didn’t see the master lord of the silver and black - for the record, a projector disclosing personal letters does NOT enhance pseudo-professional posturing - what I saw instead was…mother.
Oh dear, how she negatively blitzed my self-esteem and tackled my dreams! Excuse the pun.
But it’s not about me. It’s about the Oakland Raiders.
To watch a legendary owner and a superb franchise with one of the most feared logos in pro sports sink to the bottom of the toilet bowl like shit is sad indeed.
Seems to me Mr. Davis needs to look in the mirror too.
Paging Tom Flores. Paging Mr. Flores…
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