It’s not a part of the Mayan Apocalypse…or is it? No need to call Coppola because it’s not Apocalypse Now. But this is the end of the Richard Seymour era in Oakland and no matter what he does or doesn’t do as an individual is irrelevant.
Pro Bowl. All-Pro. All-Galaxy.
What the Oakland Raiders, as a team, accomplish in 2012 is what will define everything the short-lived Seymour era has been.
Make no mistake. After 2012 the clock strikes midnight for Seymour in silver and black.
Game. Set. Match.
Unless we’re talking a serious reduction in pay for 2013; Reggie McKenzie said “out of whack contracts”…plural.
Remember the price paid for Seymour was considered obscene. So what does that make the arm and leg levied for Carson Palmer?
I’m sorry, two seasons of 8-8 ball isn’t going to justify the mega-millions tickets (plural) Seymour has cashed in Cali. Both Al Davis and Hue Jackson have overpaid in some way no matter how you slice it.
Either way, McKenzie is trimming the fat and Seymour’s contract is too-phat for a middle of the road football team.
Yes, there is no way the Oakland ship gets back to North-South without first going East-West. It is no coincidence that since Seymour’s arrival the team has stopped spinning like a compass stuck between opposing magnets. This team needed a rock to steady it, get back on track moving in a consistent and positive direction. It’s just that you can’t justify big deals for Happy Meals. At some point you’re going to want a steak if you’re spending steak money.
Raider Nation is hungry.
So too is Seymour.
There’s not doubt he wants nothing more than to prove to Bellicheat that he can get a ring without the media-proclaimed genius as his coach. Seymour’s Raider legacy could be defined in the most poetic Raider fashion if he gets this team to the next step. His Hall of Fame career punctuated by getting the Silver and Black back to the land of Lombardi.
OK…maybe’s it’s too much to talk title.
But for me, if Seymour led the Raiders back to the playoffs, and by chance, made a play in a game that notched a victory over the Pats. I’d almost…almost consider forgetting that game in the snow of which we do not speak. It would be revenge served Raider style. Of course the only way to make it sweet revenge would be to put a Lombardi-flavored cherry on top. But there I go talking title again.
No way the Seymour era in Oakland ends in a Super Bowl victory, right?
But there I go again talking like the Seymour era in Oakland is over after 2012…because it is.