annual romp to the raiders game with a bunch of undercover brothers set on having a funky good time.
and everything went as planned... at least at the start. a pre-8am arrival led to an extended tailgate that led to boisterous merrymaking and a solid head of steam by kickoff.
killer seats and some opportune plays on the field had us doing a jig as the home team raced off to a 21-3 lead.
but then everything began to unravel.
the offense started sputtering, the special teams gave up three big returns, and the defense finally started to crack.
and, oh yeah, the play calling was horrendous.
all this led to a nightmarish second half that ultimately resulted in a demoralizing 24-21 defeat.
and with the team's best player sporting alligators arms reminiscent of ricky waters and saying after the game that he's "just lovin life" and isn't all that worried about football, you'd have to be tatoo'd pretty good not to realize there's something very rotten in oaktown.
