My first remembrance of watching football on TV was when I was 10 years, old, living in Salinas, circa 1965. Since my father was a high school football star in L.A., football was followed closely by our one sister and us three brothers. My father never had his favorite team. He had the attitude that if you're good enough to make it to the big one … he then decided who to bet on, whoops, I mean cheer on to win.
As us brothers got older, we found that Raiders football was the get-in-your-face football that our father used to play. In our teens and now in our mature years, we still are and always will be Raider fans. We stayed fans throughout the few sad seasons, the one bad coach, the moves from L.A. and back, but no matter what befalls the Raiders, we are true fans.
Contrary to what Byron Turner thinks, true Raider fans are the ones who have to read or hear about the less than 1 percent who use the Raider mystique not as a genuine fan of the sport. Yes, you have the ones who feel that using the Raider merchandise while committing acts of violence against others makes them look tougher. But that is their own misconstrued rational of believing that Raiders' merchandise strikes fear in the hearts of ordinary people.