On the sad state of the Oakland Raiders

The following is the series of text messages exchanged last night as I witnessed the once-proud Raiders fall flat on their collective face on national television, where they proceeded to get shut out by the Chargers, losing, jeezuseiytchcryse, 27 to nothing.

7:19 Tracy: Do you think the men in black will be victorious?
7:24 Me: I wish but I seriously doubt it
7:30 Kickoff…
8:29 Antone: Disaster!
8:35 Me: Craptacular
8:42 Antone: Poopoolicious
8:49 Me: Great doodoo, baby
9:24 Louella: What’s up with the Raiders getting spanked?
9:33 Me: They’re freaky like that
9:36 Antone: Shitastrophy!
9:38 Me: Shiteous
9:42 Me: Cacatastrophy!
9:43 Antone: Aaron “no look� Brooks and the Offensive Swine
9:51 Me: You are fuckin hilarious Smeagol
9:48 Antone: Smeags said he wants to play QB!
9:52 Me: He’d probably do better than brooks. Gargbage.
9:50 Antone: What da fuck!
9:54 Louella: Taking shots of tequila
9:55 Me: Go Smeags go!
9:56 Antone: Turned it off. I’m done bein a radier fan until Al Davis kicks the bucket.
9:57 Me: Holy crap this is embarassing
10:01 Me: Good move