![]() I fell in love with The Mad Bomber, Daryle Lamonica. I am a combination Lifer, been a fan since I was little, we both came into the world the same year. It didn't hurt that my mom's uncle moved to northern California in the late 70's, and came back with Art Shell and Gene Upshaw football cards for me, telling my dad "you've never seen an offensive line this big in your life!" 5:42 AM Anonymous said. Before you know it I was walking the halls in school proudly wearing Silver and Black, even in high school when the Giants finally had some success. I've lived in NJ my whole life and fell in love with the '76 team when I was 8 years old. Go Raiders!!! and Roll Tide!!!!! 4:15 AM Anonymous said. I am a huge Crimson Tide fan and when Kenny Stabler became a Raider my loyalty went with him and it's been there since. You’ll look in the mirror someday, at that Steelers or Panthers hat atop your noggin, and realize that you’ve been living a lie. Well, just give it some more time, and keep hanging around these parts. Sure, you’re still bitter about the move to Los Angeles, or the PSLs, or something else. Have you given up on the Raiders? If so, why are you reading Raider Take? I know why: because you haven’t really given up. Citizenship in the Raider Nation is free, no questions asked. ![]() You don’t need to be an expert to be a fan. Who cares if you think that the Mad Bomber is Ted Kaczynski and that Frenchy Fuqua is a type of coffee? You’re a young or newer football fan, and you’ve decided that the Oakland Raiders are your team, and that’s all that matters. Do not look back, traiders! Do not make excuses. Unlike being a traitor, there is no shame in being a “traider.” A traider is someone who, for whatever reason (dysfunctional family, bad influences, geographic insulation, substance abuse, etc.) once rooted for a lame team such as the Dolphins or Chargers before seeing the light. Even in places like Denver and Kansas City, these black sheep strut confidently about town in their Raiders gear, unpopular yet righteous, like missionaries in hostile territory. Were you raised in a sea of red and gold or blue and orange, only to find your true calling in the Raider Nation from day one? The Silver & Black sheep merits specials praise, as he or she has snubbed the peer pressure of friends and family, all in a commitment to excellence. You really didn’t have a choice, did you? It was something innate, of your own volition. This is like prison, but with a happy ending. And now you are doing your forefathers proud, and possibly nurturing a third generation in matters of pride, poise and excellence. The inheritor grew up in a Raiders household, mentored by a father and/or older brother (or mother or uncle, etc.). I look forward to your testimony.Ī Naturalist’s Guide to The Raider Nation Keep it short and sweet if possible, and let it rip in the comments section. Identify yourself by species, and tell us your story (click here for my story, I'm an inheritor by species). He has a great story about how he became a Raiders fan.Īnd so I ask: How did you become a Raiders fan? What species are you? Please refer to my Naturalist's Guide to The Raider Nation below. Miguel, father of Michael Raider), who planted the seed for this particular take. ![]() ![]() This belief was sparked by Raiderdecoachella (a.k.a. How did you become a Raiders fan? Were you born with a silver (and black) spoon in your mouth? Or were you born again, cleansed of past sins such as rooting for the 49ers? I believe that the Raider Nation is not only a family, but also a genus, and within each genus there are species. ![]()
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