Head Raider

Head RaiderLike some ghost battalion doomed to march across the same eerie battlefield for the rest of eternity, the members of the Oakland Raiders football team came drifting up the runway from the playing field. No one shouted. No one slammed the slick concrete walls. No one kicked or cursed. They simply moved in mute, lifeless agony, their ability to experience hurt or pain strangely dead. What had happened before had happened again.When it really counted, when the whole nation was watching,...