By Ralph Wiley
Page 2 columnist

Wednesday, January 22, 2003

Do the 2003 just-plain Raiders stack up to the traditional, hellzapoppin' Raiders we used to know, grumble about and often secretly admired? Or have they left that part of the business behind, to the muscle inside the Black Hole? Are these attache-case, effete, vulnerable, Olan Mills Raiders? Well, I'll leave it to you and Gruden's Bucs to find out. I really don't know. The Raiders I knew best were the 1981 Super Bowl Raiders. Kinlaw. Stork. Tooz. Art and Uppy. Killer Lawrence, preaching the B ...

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