This was my dude coming in, the one I was going to roll with once the season started, the one I was going to believe in the way I didn't with Vince Young last year, the one that was going to pull me back to the Silver and Black.
Back to them Ice Cube days. Back to the Raiders skull caps in 90-degree weather, patches on the right eye on Sundays, Jack Daniels kegs instead of beer. Back to last-minute flights to Oakland, calls to E-40 for game tickets and directions. Yay, yay.
But somehow, ...
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