Gulp! This is difficult for me to even write let alone do. As a lifelong member of Raider Nation my Sundays are spent cheering for the Silver and Black. Under no other circumstances do I ever root for another team. Sure, I love to watch the likes of the Broncos, Chargers, Chiefs and Cowboys lose. But I don’t openly root for their opponent.
However, given the circumstances surrounding the Raiders’ playoff hopes, I’m being painted into a corner.
Last Sunday I had to swallow my pride and support the Chargers in their demolition of the Chiefs. I’m afraid the stench of bandwagon will never be washed from my soul. No thanks to my beloved Raiders and their second half collapse in Jacksonville I’m being forced to again cheer for a hated foe.
This Thursday the wine and cheese crowd will have a few Silver and Black faithful amongst them as the 49ers take on the Chargers.
As if that weren’t enough, I’m going to have turn around and pull for the Rams on Sunday as well. Let me explain a little something about the Rams. I hate them! I grew up an L.A. Raider fan and I’m far too young to remember the days of the Rams playing in Los Angeles. They were always the Anaheim Rams to me. How dare they claim Los Angeles City? Therefore, this is equally as painful as rooting for the Dolts.
Why are my Raiders doing this to me?
I can’t help but think how different things would be if Seabass didn’t shank that chip shot in Arizona. How much better a position we’d be in if Jason Campbell didn’t go JaMarcus Russell in The City. That we’d actually control our playoff destiny if Hue Jackson would have kept shoving the rock down Kirk Morrison’s throat.
At least it beats looking forward to the draft this time of year. Necessity truly does make for some strange bed fellows. I’m just afraid that by lying down with the sorts of the Dolts, Lambs and 40-Whiners that I’m going to be waking up with fleas. Gulp!