Posted by BroncosFreak on 23 Dec 2005 11:31 am. Filed under
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My distaste for the Raiders began the same day as my love for the Broncos. My earliest memory, and feelings, for both teams dates back to the exact same moment.
It was 1977, and I was 7. I remember my dad explaining that we were about to watch the Broncos play the Raiders. He told me how dirty the Raiders were, and about how they reach inside helmets to break noses. I don’t remember which game it was — whether a regular season contest or the AFC Championship that year. I do remember that I instantly hated them — at least as much as a seven year old can.
Most of my memories of Raiders games kind of melt into one giant game these days. I remember John Elway catching a TD against the Raiders in a season opener. I remember Brian Griese’s best game ever against the Raiders on a Monday night. And I have some not so happy memories to go with the good ones.
In 1989, I went to see the Broncos play the Raiders at the LA Coliseum with some friends. We all wore orange jerseys. We almost died. The guy in front of me wore a black t-shirt with F*** the Broncos painted on it by hand. If he had been an entrepeneur, he could have sold 50,000 shirts just like it in one afternoon.
Fights were breaking out between orange and black shirts all over the place late in the game. We were the second row from the top, and I was convinced we were going to be tossed over the edge. Toward the end of the game, police officers were stationed by anyone with orange shirts for their protection. The Broncos lost in overtime, and that might be the only reason I got out in one piece.
The Broncos play the Raiders tomorrow, and it’s a game they should win. I will be happy to see the Raiders lose, but it’s not quite the same since they aren’t competitive this year. I’d much rather see the Broncos demolish the Raiders playoff dreams.