I am not much of an Oakland Raiders fan.
Because I am a Pittsburgh Steelers fan.
But in the 1970s, when both teams were good, I wasn’t even a Steelers fan, I was a Cowboys fan. The Cowboys only had one well-known cokehead whereas the Steelers, though they won four rings, were a ‘dirty’ team and, possessed with the idealism of youth, I did not like dirty teams.
But no one was dirty like the Raiders. And since they are both in the AFC was impossible to like them both whereas it was quite easy to like both Dallas and Pittsburgh.
The best thing about being a Steelers fan, I have always said, is that they don’t have cheerleaders. I have no real issue with cheerleaders, the Cowboys cheerleaders were famous when I was young, I just think they are unnecessary. Baseball does not have cheerleaders, one of the qualities that makes it the perfect game.
The Raiders do have cheerleaders and, if you are a Steelers fan who needs another reason to make fun of them (aren’t their draft picks and record reason enough?) I give you the fact that a grandmother just made the Raiderette cheerleading squad.
Yes, this is your granddaddy’s Oakland Raiders cheerleader – though it turns out she is younger than me.
Congratulations, Mrs. Sanchez.
Age doesn’t mean what it used to, of course and Susie Sanchez has been dancing since she was 8, though I am not sure how long she has been studying logic. “It fell from God,” was her explanation to the Hollister Pinnacle on the idea to try out for a pro football cheerleading squad.
God is a Raiders fan? If so, that means team owner Al Davis must be Job. Nothing else explains JaMarcus Russell being a first-round pick.