SAN FRANCISCO -- I just don't get it. My father has never been a fan of football. I'm not even sure that he could name more than 3 teams before last week. I'm thinking of buying my parents a carbon monoxide detector, because my old man has come out as a Raiders fan. I walked into the kitchen early one Sunday morning and my father's face was painted black and silver. He was wearing platform boots, and had silver spikes protruding from various parts of his body. My first impression was that he was cosplaying as a member of KISS. I looked closer as I brushed the dust out of the corner of my eyes and saw a large number '4' on his chest. That is Carr's number. Then it hit me.
I probed him for the sudden fandom as I started to prepare coffee. I alluded that the Raiders have a pretty solid start to the season:
'Did you start following them because they're in good shape so far?', I asked.
He just shook his head, a smirk on his face.
'Carr is looking pretty good, he has 10 touchdowns so far. Are you a fan of the quarterback?'
Again, just silent headshaking.
'Their offensive line is full of fresh talent. Are you stoked by their prospects?'
He just leaves the room.
I guess I will never know.
