I’m back in KC for the weekend, and my brother and I were chatting today. We were talking about fans, and he mentioned that he heard Raiders fans were actually very nice. I looked at him like he was suddenly the dumbest person in the world because, well, he was. It was literally one of the stupidest things I’ve ever heard in my life. As someone who has gone to multiple Chiefs-Raiders games in Chiefs gear, I can state with one hundred percent certainty that Raiders fans are in fact not nice at all.
I wrote this last Fall after going to the Raiders game and figured I’d post it here since most Royals fans are Chiefs fans too. It’s funny – I made fun of the Pirates in it, and now they’re having a great season. I also made fun of the Royals – too bad we didn’t have the same payoff. Without further ado…
Oh How I Hate the Raiders
So last Sunday, I decided to go to the Raiders game. Why would any sane person want to do that? Because they were playing the Chiefs, and I love my Chiefs. So I decided to go support them. In Oakland. In a Chiefs jersey.
Wearing a Chiefs jersey into the Coliseum is sort of like putting a kitten inside a cage with a bunch of Rottweilers that haven’t been fed in a few years. Eighty thousand of them. With rabies (that’s actually not a metaphor… I’m pretty sure some of the Raiders fans in fact had rabies).
The Chiefs and Raiders are one of the all-time great classic rivalries – like Coke vs. Pepsi or Superman vs. Lex Luthor or Jacob vs. Edward (wow, I just lost a little respect for myself) – and it’s not one based on respect. The teams have literally hated each other over the decades, and the fans do too. In Kansas City, when the Chiefs and Raiders play, the entire city gears up the entire week for what we affectionately refer to as Raider-Hater Weekend. People hang life-size Raider dolls from their front patio, they wear T-shirts that would normally offend their conservative Christian values, and they begin foaming at the mouth by Wednesday (and literally urinating on anything black and silver by Friday).
But for the last handful of years, neither the Chiefs nor the Raiders have been any good, causing the rivalry to dull a bit. The Chiefs have in fact been just plain bad – from 2008 to 2010, we won 6 games and lost 26. By contrast, the Indianapolis Colts in the same time span won 26 games and lost 6. But the Raiders have arguably been worse; they’ve been downright comical. Their team motto – “Commitment to Excellence” – became an ironic punchline. They’ve lost a historic number of games, and their draft picks have been duds and busts. If it weren’t for Ryan Leaf, Jamarcus Russell would be the biggest draft bust in history.
But this year, the Chiefs are actually good, and after their usual laughable start, the Raiders have suddenly looked really good. So Raiders fans have been starving for this, and the rivalry suddenly seemed like it did in the good old days.
So I had some hesitation about wearing a Christian Okoye jersey into the Coliseum when I knew their fans would be rabid. My friend W from L.A. came up for the weekend to see his first ever NFL game (he’s not a Chiefs fan), and we were meeting a couple other friends of mine at the stadium. It was raining out, so on top of my red jersey was a bright red ski jacket. I thought about wearing a black jacket, but I decided I didn’t want to chicken out. I was going to wear a red Chiefs hat too, but wifey drew the line there and suggested I wear a beanie instead – yes because it was cold outside, but mostly “because it makes you look tougher, sweetie.”
The game was sold out – for the first time since September of 2009 – so we had to park in a dirt (mud on that day) lot on the other side of the highway. So we had a loooong walk to the stadium in the rain. With a lot of Raiders fans all around us. Literally the moment we got out of the car, the first thing I heard is a guy talking behind us saying, “Man, the first Chiefs fan I see is gonna get shot. Motherfu*%&r is gonna die.”
Awesome. Here we go.
By the time we got into the parking lot, I had already heard a steady chant of “F%&* K.C” at least a hundred times. I also heard other variations of the F-bomb, including, “What the f%&*???,” “Look at this mother f%&*er right here!” and the ever more eloquent, “F%&* you Chiefs fan!” In the parking lot, it got worse. In addition to the screaming, there were lots of cold “if we were in prison I would shank you” stares, many from men who actually looked like they had shanked someone in prison.
It’s fascinating how different wearing a Chiefs jersey into the Oakland Coliseum is from wearing a Royals jersey into a baseball game at Yankee Stadium. In the Coliseum, you feel anger and actual hatred radiating off of people as they stare and scream at you, but in Yankee Stadium, the looks you get are more of curiosity and, well, pity. Royals fans aren’t seen as a threat because the Yankees are good and the Royals are even worse at baseball than the Raiders are at football. If the Raiders are the red-headed stepchild of the NFL, the Royals are the soiled underpants that the stepchild is wearing. Not only do we get shat upon, but everyone points right at us and laughs (but at least we’re not the Pirates – they are the actual shit in the underpants). When I lived in New York, I went to Royals games all the time with Royals gear on. I got a few boos here and there, but it was always as though they were more confused than upset – as though instead of pointing and saying, “Boooo!!” they were saying, “Boooo?” And one game when we lost (we lost all of them I went to), a Yankee fan summed it all up best when he saw me in the concourse on the way out, came running up to me, and shouted, “Royals?!! … … … Why?!?!?” and then ran off laughing.
But back in Oakland, we finally got to the line to get in and found my friends M and N. While I like to think I am a somewhat tough guy, I’m quite aware that I am a 145 pound Asian man who most likely does not inspire fear in others (even with the beanie). So I was quite happy to see M and N, not because there is strength in numbers, but because there is just a lot of strength in them. Both are very large black men – M is 6’6” and N probably has a 25” neck, which came in handy when he was a starting linebacker at the University of Houston. Even though they were Raiders fans, I settled in between the two and felt fairly certain that the abuse I’d take today would just be verbal.
We were in the line for about 45 minutes; it barely moved at all, and it made a couple of switch backs like an airport security line, meaning people who were drunk and angry that the line wasn’t moving basically stared at me for 45 minutes straight – 25 of which was spent shouting the ever-present “F%&* K.C.” and the other 20, the incredibly annoying high-pitched wail, “Raaaaaaaaiderrrrs!!” But as we finally got to the front and got patted down by security, it dawned on me that despite all of the crap that had already been yelled at me, we hadn’t even gotten into the stadium. Fun.
When we finally got in and found our section, and I braced myself for what I knew was going to be one of the worst parts – the long walk up to our seats. I emerged from the little tunnel – for some reason in the front of our group (that was poor planning) and looked up to see thousands of black-clad fans looking down at me. The shouting began almost immediately, and when we finally got to our row, the people in our row gave me a look of disgust, and grudgingly stood up to let us by (one man who stood up to let me by grumbled, “Move fast asshole”). When we finally got to our seats, a guy sitting near me looked up and said, “You’re f%&*ing kidding me. I’m sitting next to a Chiefs fan? God dammit.”
After that, the rest of the game was more of the same. I was the only Chiefs fan in our section (there was one other one a couple sections to my left), and everyone behind me was chanting “F%&* K.C.!” throughout the game. I didn’t turn around much, but I’m pretty sure if I did, I would have seen that they were all staring straight at me. We went up 10-0 at the half, and I cheered, but kept it to that – no trash-talking. I’ve got pride, but I’m not stupid.
We went to get food at the half, and while we were still eating on the concourse, the Raiders returned the opening kickoff of the second half for a touchdown (their first points of the game). The place absolutely erupted, and many fans made sure to point at me and happily scream, “F%&* you!!” One guy apparently couldn’t contain his excitement and kept jumping up and down in front of me like a clown and petting my head, not in a confrontational way, but more in a young Tom Brady to Drew Bledsoe “I can’t believe we just won” sort of way. It was almost affectionate… and completely odd. But he later said as he was leaving, “Hey man, at least you’re wearing your colors proud. I gotta give that to you.” In the meantime, my friend W missed the whole thing because he was in the bathroom, where he was apparently peeing next to a man with a skull mask on. He described the scene best by simply saying, “F%&*ing Raiders fans” while shaking his head.
But the game in the end didn’t turn out the way I wanted it. We took the lead on a bad call by the ref, but Oakland tied it at the end to force overtime (which I was secretly almost happy about b/c I thought if we won on a bad call, the fans would have killed me in the parking lot). A couple bad plays later, and just like that, the Raiders won – even more annoying was that M had predicted much earlier that the Raiders would win in overtime. He made sure to point that out, but such is the price I pay for protection I guess. The walk back to the car was loooooong. So many Raiders fans taunting me, shouting, a few getting in my face and bumping me. One guy in all black walked up on my right and started talking to me in a low voice. I thought he was about to talk more shit, but instead he said, “Props man for wearing your jersey. I was too afraid to do it,” and then he walked away from me quickly as he looked around nervously. It was like a scene from the Bourne Identity.
All in all, it was a fun day. Exciting second half even though it didn’t end well. And I came back in one piece, so I guess that was the best part of it all. Next year, I want to go to another game, though maybe back home in Kansas City. The stadium is nicer, it’d be nice to see the family, and the barbecue is better. But most of all, I’ve just had enough of these f%&*ing Raiders fans.