So I went to see the Raiders play last weekend and got to see the worst offensive output in team history. It was purgatory. I hardly blame the players, except the quarterback, who held out for nearly a year to get extra millions only to prove once again he isn't worth the league minimum. The aforementioned minimum for a first round draft choice is like 2 or 3 million, this hefty sum given to a kid who has proven nothing at the pro level. The least any first year player can be paid is somewhere in the 400,000 $ range. It must be tough making the rent, huh? But do you blame the dog who barks all night or the owners that allow the mutt to get away with it?? I mean if some senile ol' coot is gonna give you a pile of dough equal to the GNP of many third world countries you'd be a dork to turn it down, right? I blame the owner who pays too much for unproven rookies, micro-manages his coaching staff so that they can't do the job they were hired to do, and won't hire a general manager. This 80 something dinosauer is so out of touch he thinks the Twist is still the latest dance craze.
At least I got to spend some time with my youngest son Rory, I call him Soggy, but don't you try it. I rented a low key, inconspicuous car in which to stealth around Oakland. Ain't she a beaut'??