The familiar face will be there on the other side of the chain link fence. She always is. She wears black, of course, head to toe in Raiders gear as far as you can see. She screams.
Shes proud of her Raiders, even now that theyre ditching Oakland and the Coliseum that long ago turned into a dump. Its a charming dump, and the dateline for some of the wildest stories in the NFL. Those stories deserve to be remembered. Like this one, about the woman in the apron.
She really is loud. Shell grab the fence and pull it and push it and scream until you have no choice but to look over. Shes developed impeccable timing over the years, a true pro, so just when she sees enough faces the apron flies up and out pops a very, very, very large sex toy.