I’m not a football fan at all, but this is a classy move. Used to live in Oakland when I was a kid, mixed feelings about the place. This is a nice positive.
I’ve never lived there or wanted to, or even visited (or wanted to), the closest encounter was gazing across the Bay during a walk in SF. I’ve never wanted to go back to SF, either. :’) That was the year before the 1989 quake, so I saw the old bay bridge to Oaktown prior to the partial collapse.
And I’ve never been a fan of Raiders fans (sorry, P-dogg), probably unfairly, but that whole dress-in-black gangsta horsecrap made me sick. Glad that fell apart as a consequence of the team having a bunch of losing years, oh, and moving to LA and then back.
This story was wonderful. I thought Jay’s dam was going to burst a couple of times as he told the story, and I know mine was.