Well, at least there's one good thing about playing for the Raiders, says Warren Sapp. When you're 2-8, no one poisons your food. Sapp used our most hallowed food-related holiday to reminisce about the time that, when he played for Tampa Bay, someone tried to take him out like a KGB spy. And he's blaming Eagles fans, of course.
"You get your food poisoned," Sapp said at Raiders headquarters. "They don't want you out there on Sunday. You don't think about it. It just got crazy. I know it's real, especially in Philly, come on."
Sapp said that one time at a restaurant in Philadelphia, when their food arrived he switched plates with a teammate, and that night the teammate "was throwing up all the way to New York."
Sapp, who joined the Raiders before the 2004 season, said he has not had food poisoning after leaving Tampa Bay. "I've been good out here on the West Coast. I guess they're more liberal out here."
Ha, schizophrenia is always fun. But we do have to commend Sapp for bringing back the classics.