Sit the fuck down old dude. We aren’t in awe of you or your team. Haven’t been in decades. That’s how long ago it was we wore, yes we admit it, a Raiders jacket. It had thick vinyl sleeves that were great for diving on the cement when playing slaughterball at recess. That was when we jumped from team to team like we later would women depending on who was the hottest.
Dolphins. Steelers. Cowboys. Then you guys.
That insecurity ended when Cliff Olander and our Chargers kicked your ass 12-7 in ’77, and we almost wept watching the Murph rock on NBC as the clock ticked down.
With the Holy Roller we learned to loathe you.
But we’re way over that. All growed up we’ve acquired a mustard seed’s worth of empathy for the infirm. Not to mention the Niners are much more fun to eviscerate. So we can only go so far in saluting your shitfest. We used to say a super season in San Diego would be going 2-14 but beating you guys.
Now a win is so automatic we don’t even know when you’re on the schedule.
Like when Wayne Valley was alive.