Gosh, I hope so. There isn't a more fitting franchise in sports for an undead GM/owner than the Raiders. Their idiot fans already dress like Pirates of the Caribbean extras. And the logical conclusion of their cheating/dirty/dangerous/irresponsible persona is to actually BE ghosts and zombies and skeletons right?
Now that I've broken my blog duck for 2011, I can go back to tackling the question of what to do with myself now that all my teams have won. Hint: it includes less sports. But still, I'm curious as to why the biggest September collapse in history doesn't bother me much, while the mere mention of Rex Ryan makes me want to kick an infant. I'm accepting ideas for an explanation.
In case you're curious, though, here's a summary of what life will be like once your teams win everything there is to be won:
1. You'll have your life back. 2. You'll look for some exciting new sport on which to waste that life.
For me, that's been soccer. Which reminds me, I haven't watched soccer in almost two hours, brb! I'll leave you with this: