Greetings from the sports desk located somewhere below decks of the Good Pirate Ship RedState. Sammy the Shark and Karl the Kraken are hard at work …
Oops, I spelled hardly working wrong.
A long time ago, albeit not in a galaxy far, far away, for several years I was an Oakland Raiders season ticket holder. I finally gave it up when I could no longer tolerate the other people in attendance, as the incessant stream of profanity and such on all sides became too much. I even contacted the front office and changed seats once in the middle of the season to try and get away from some people who took the entire matter way too seriously. While jokes were plentiful — the Oakland Coliseum was the only public sports facility I knew of that had three sets of restrooms: men, women, and cyclops — not being able to enjoy the games as much as they were enjoyable courtesy of the Raiders’…
