September 30, 2008 9:23 PM
A Raiders Chop block
You can call me Al, or you can call me senile
Al Davis canned another head coach yesterday. The only creature on earth with a shorter life span than a tsetse fly would be a Raiders head coach. Just ask Mike Shanahan. How Al gets away with not paying his coaches full contract after he fires them is beyond me. One thing's for sure...It's time for Al to ride into the sunset and give the reins to somebody who is still playing with a full deck.
Once Upon a Time
Years ago I sat in front of Al Davis in the press box during a Broncos-Raiders game. Al liked to sit with the press when the Raiders were on the road. For some odd reason he enjoyed being among writers even though he couldn't stand most of them. Al sat at the back of the press box so that one of his cronies could stand behind him. Al's language was, shall we say, colorful. He interjected his insight on the game to his crony constantly. Then he would proceed to dissect the play at hand as only Al could. Out of nowhere you might hear him mutter something like "34 Red Rocket right blast Z. It's wide open. Their playing their safety too deep. 34 Red Rocket right blast Z. I'm telling you it'll kill 'em. Go, go." At that point the crony would shuffle off to the coaches box to relay the bosses command which would then be phoned down on the field to head coach, Tom Flores. Sure enough, two plays later "34 Red Rocket right blast Z" would go for 25 yards and the Raiders owner would spend the next three plays crowing about it. Al knew the game much better than any of his coaches did. That was then. This is now. The game has passed Davis by. Sometimes you just have to know when to hold 'em and when to fold them. Al, it's time to fold 'em. Feel free to comment.