Oh, forget it. I hate 'em.
For a moment, I thought to myself, "Self, should I be torn? Should I love the Raiders logo but hate the team with the fiery passion of a thousand poisonous ants?"
Then I realised... it's not even a skull.
There isn't a single skeletal element† in this picture.
[SUMMARY: Fucking Raiders.]
Guess where I'll be Sunday? Look for me on TiVi -- I'll be the fuzzy redhead in the Ed McCaffrey jersey sitting about 18 rows up on the 50 yard line, embarassing her sister-in-law, screaming herself horse.‡
†FOOTNOTE (crossed): I coulda said "bone," but then I couldn't've used this footnote to be twelve. Bone... *gigglesnarf* I said, "bone"...
‡FOOTNOTE (double-crossed): Hoarse... horse... Broncos... get it? Remember: I think I'm funny.
A FOOTNOTE WITH NO BASECAMP:
I'm twelve and enamoured of my own lame humour.
But at least I'm not a Raider fan.
Have a lovely weekend, ev'ry-bahdy!