Every great city needs an equally great villain. D.C. has Marion Barry, Harare (Zimbabwe) has Robert Mugabe and Gotham has the Joker. Here in Oakland we’ve got Al fucking Davis. That’s right, even in Oakland’s darkest days – when there are riots in the streets or turf wars on the west side killing our boys – there’s still one thing that all of us in the O can agree on: Al Davis is pure evil. But as much as we hate him, we need him. How else would Oakland know what is pure and good without Al Davis and his maniacal ways to show us what is bad and evil? How else would I be able to tell you that flowers and babies are beautiful without him to show me what is ugly?
And for that, Al Davis, I love you. You are Oakland.