Oakland Raiders: Straight Outta L.A. Play by Play

I'm a lifelong Raider fan, born and raised in Oakland. I also happen to be a fan of N.W.A. In fact, there was a time I had an amp installed in my very ugly 1983 mustang just so I could feel the beat of "Straight Outta Compton" vibrate around me as I cruised.

I have not been looking forward to watching ESPN's latest 30 for 30: Straight Outta L.A., directed by Ice Cube. The 13 years the Raiders spent in Los Angeles is still difficult to stomach, even if it's fed to me by Eazy-E and Dr. Dre.

While I watch, I'll pause the DVR and comment, fully expecting to get 120 different levels of angry. My comments are without apology.


*Pause* One of the greatest days of Ice Cube's life was one of the WORST days of mine. Anger level at about 37.


*Pause* Poor L.A. fans and their hurt little feelings because the Rams left for Anaheim. Did anyone give a damn about the entire Oakland community that felt like they got the rug pulled out from under them? Anger level at 48.


*Pause* Finally, something real. Steve Hartman, Raiders Media Relations between 1984-88: "The mystique, whatever they had in Oakland, was fading quickly. It became Hollywood. They got caught up in it." Thank you!


*Pause* So N.W.A. liked the Raiders' colors (and duh, why wouldn't you) and they felt like soul mates. OK, fine. I understand. When I have my Raider gear on I feel like a bad ass, too. Anger level at 17.


*Pause* What the hell, Snoop??? Through N.W.A., Raider Nation began? He must be on some really good sticky icky during this conversation with Ice Cube.


*Pause* I understand Cube's point about hip hop expanding the marketing of the Raiders, but I think he's overstating the level of influence. For NFL retail merchandising to go from $300 million to almost $3 billion in a span of less than...

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