The stage was set; the Raider’s first half QB, Kyle Boller, looked like a deer in the headlights, check that, a scared deer in the headlights. The Raiders were in need of a infusion at the QB spot. Trumpets blaring, the heavens opened up and in came Carson Palmer. For second I expected a triumphant comeback, a prelude of things to come. The first pass was a twenty yard completion, we were seeing why the Raiders paid the high price they did for this proven commodity. Then, like Ronald Miller in “Can’t buy me love”, reality hit, and it hit hard. I wanted to see the greatness of the Raiders in Carson Palmer and what I saw was…well, the Raiders per usual. New guy thrown into the fire, off target and lacking command of an offense.

Surely I should have expected this, but I didn’t want to. I wanted to see a knight in shining armor devour what his predecessor was unable to. As I watched I sub-consciously knew was going to happen. Brutal football. The silver (and black) lining being clear however, this WAS Palmer’s first game for the Raiders. Timing and cohesion was expected to be off. Alas it was and ultimately it, my unicorn like contemplation of a miraculous comeback victory, was not meant to be either.