Kiffin: Raiders savior vs. Black Hole denial
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By Coach Sean
This year could be one of the most pivotal years in Raider history. A franchise that has stood for greatness and tradition, pride and poise, commitment to excellence and yada, yada for so long (more appropriately so long ago) has fallen into it’s self-made Black Hole, finding itself on the cusp of irrelevancy.
The man who has been chosen THIS year, to return the struggling franchise to greatness is Lane Kiffin, son of Monte, co-coordinator of Pete Carroll’s mighty Trojans. His youthful energy has brought an air of excitement, a fresh aura, a sort of shot in the ass to a franchise that loves to embrace it’s misery.
The Raider Nation is alive with his enthusiasm. It’s infectious. On top of that, the savior has drafted the next best thing since peanut butter and jelly in JaMarcus Russell. Raider Greatness, as Big Al always says, is truly in it’s future.
Kid Kiff, the savior! And why not? The guy is born of football pedigree. His father coaches one of the best defenses in the league. He is the boy wonder who orchestrates the most explosive offense in college football. Kiff brings with him a 21st century offense, zone-blocking, quick passes, big plays, gadget plays, runs around in practice with the energy and passion and fury, that’s eerily similar to the great Jon Gruden.
Oh how the Raider Nation misses ol’ Chucky. He’s only 32 years-old, what an accomplishment, think of what he can do by the time he’s 36! And hey, Big Al is the pioneer, the messiah of identifying young talent, with the pinpointing of the likes of Madden, Gruden, Shanahan. This is perfect, it’s gonna be big, and the only ones who know it are those inside the Raider Nation.
But wait it gets better, in his first “Coaches Breakfast” with the national media, the guy’s a star. Peter King, John Clayton all say so, he’s gonna be great! Sean Payton who? Jon Gruden…that old guy?
In all this frenzy, the Raider Nation buries the wounds deep, hiding the scars of the facts that we ARE STILL the Raiders, the same Raiders that haven’t won a divisional game since a freakish snow game in 2004. A team that set a new standard for pathetic offense. A team that despite it’s ranking couldn’t stop anyone when it counted most, with the lone exception of picking off a bell rung Ben Roethlisburger and taking it back 100 yards.
A team that is still run by an owner who resembles Uncle Jr. Soprano with every passing year, more than Boss Tony. A team that was so desperate for a coach, they had to turn to a 31 year-old boy, who didn’t even coordinate the Trojan offense himself (remember, he shared the job with our first choice, Steve Sarkisian) a year after reconciling, then reneging on the biggest and ONLY mistake big Al’ ever made by re-hiring the great Art Shell.
The Raiders can’t block a pee-wee league all star team, they had to draft a 270 pound QB, because he might stand a chance against the wave of defenders crashing into him every play. This, in addition to the fact that we play in one of the oldest stadiums in the league, have a shaky lease with a sue-happy owner in a struggling city, and oh, there’s that product on the field too.
We waited so long that when looking for assistant coaches, we hired some more young guys. Oh sure, we kept Rob Ryan, and a couple of key members of his staff, surely pissing him off in the process, by not selecting him as the next logical choice as head coach, and letting a say, young innovative offensive coordinator, like Lane Kiffin just concentrate on the pathetic offense while he got his NFL wings.
No, better we hand over the whole enchilada to the young lad, and set him up to fail . . . that’ll be better. Need we touch on more? This my fellow Nation, stands for all that the great Raider Nation is unwilling to grasp, because surely, it’s too horrid to be true, so it is denied, obscured by the blinders of new found faith.
This bringing us to the pivotal stance on 2007. On the surface one could take either stance, and surely your stance is influenced by your own love or hate for the Raiders. The delusion is in the eye of the beholder. Lane Kiffin will prove everyone right or wrong, depending on whether we go 10-6 or 3-13, love or hate, respectively. More likely he will be right in between, because to a degree, the Raiders are not nearly as bad as they looked last year, but like it or not, the organization in the rubble of the 15-49 record since the dismal Super Bowl Implosion has a LONG way to go, too.
It’s not really a case of the Good, the Bad and the Ugly, but more so, the case of the reality. The reality is there are some good things happening. Kiffin by all accounts seems to have gotten to choose his staff, but the reality is, Al has always given SOME (note I say some) leash there anyway. And hell, what other choice does he have right now. Despite his nervous and robotic initial press conference the guy seems to actually have some personality.
Other good things are the addition of a potential franchise QB, the surely unselfish (sarcasm, in case you didn’t get the memo) renewal of Jerry Porter’s commitment, the retaining of the majority of the defense, and it’s key cogs, nice signings like Rhodes, Carlisle and Sands, the chemotherapy of Moss cancer, the simple fact that some retread like Wade Phillips or Jim Fassell wasn’t the guy sitting next to Corrado Soprano at the podium. These are steps, hell, leaps in the right direction, but the ladder out of the black hole is a tall one.
Many questions remain, none of which will we know the answers to until about mid-November. When will JaMarcus break into the line-up? Was last year’s defense really as good as we might think it was? The line, will it hold, maybe, but how could they not sign more people?
Easy, it’s called “curb appeal”. And the Raiders don’t have any because they’re in the gutter, at 2-14, 15-49, 0-12 (divisionally), nor did they have ridiculous salary cap money to throw around. Curb appeal can be accomplished when Kiffen does the seemingly impossible, and turns around the franchise that’s greatness has all but dwindled out.
So Kid Kiff, the Raider Nation, the football nation, ask and like a child at Xmas, wait . . .Are you the Savior? Or is the Black Hole STILL in denial?
Posted on Friday, June 29th, 2007
Under: Oakland Raiders | 1 Comment »

