Al Davis waited. The phone lights blinked and sparked in the air. There were busts in the draft. He didn't see them, but had expected them now for months. His warnings to Lane Kiffin were not listenend to and now it was too late. Far too late for now, anyway.
John was an NFL owner for fourteen years. When he was young he watched the football games and he said to dad "I want to be on the management daddy." Dad said "No! You will BE KILL BY OTHER TEAMS"
There was a time when he believed him. Then as he got oldered he stopped. But now in the draft of the NFL he knew there were bust picks.
"This is Goodell!" the phone crackered. "You are on the clock!"
So Al gotted his palsma cane and knocked over his draft board.
"HE'S GOING TO DRAFT US" said the players.
"I will play for him" Michael Crabtree said and fired up to the stage. Al passed on him and tried to draft Heyward-Bey. But then the round ended and they were not able to draft.
"No! I must draft the failures" he shouted.
The phone said "No, Al. You are the failure"
And then Al was a Raider.