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I don't mind the Chargers.
I dislike the Broncos. I root against them in all but two of their games every season. John Elway's "I-won't-play-for-the-Colts" whinefest was pathetic, and the ego-stroking "This one's for John" slurpfest downright sickened me. I hope they go 2-14 every season from now until Doomsday.
The Raiders, though, are in a whole different universe of revulsion. They're the hellish spawn of Al Davis, of course, who worked as hard to line his own pockets at the expense of the game we all love, as Lamar Hunt did to improve the NFL - and what's worse, he portrayed himself as a champion of the underdog as he did. If the owners chose something he didn't like, he sued. If Oakland didn't kowtow to his demands, he moved to LA - until LA didn't either, and he moved back to Oakland. He ran the club that deliberately injured opposing players more than any other, ever - and then game themselves nicknames like 'The Assassin' after paralyzing a brilliant young wide receiver. Most Raiders fans are creeps, thugs, barbarians, felons, or some combination thereof, and if the Raiders name, colors, history, and identity were instantly wiped off the face of the earth, and the stadium burned to cinders and the ground salted so that nothing would grow there ever again, I would not shed a single tear.
The Raiders and everything they stand for are a shameful disgrace to the NFL, professional sports, the state of California, and all fans, athletes, pirates, and human beings everywhere.
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