I went to my first Raiders game on Sunday. A recent arrival to the Bay Area from SoCal, I had an important choice to make: Raiders or Niners. A friend gave me a valuable piece of advice: “Dude, the Raiders are a terrible organization in every way.”

In fact, the Raiders haven’t had a winning season since 2002, when they went to the Super Bowl.

So why did I become a Raiders fan? Two words: Autumn Wind. Seriously. Play the video, follow along with the lyrics below, and feel your previous NFL allegiances melt away.

The autumn wind is a pirate

Blustering in from sea

With a rollicking song he sweeps along

Swaggering boisterously

His face is weatherbeaten

He wears a hooded sash

With a silver hat about his head

And a bristling black mustache He growls as he storms the country

A villain big and bold

And the trees all shake and quiver and quake

As he robs them of their gold The autumn wind is a raider

Pillaging just for fun

He’ll knock you ‘round and upside down

and laugh when he’s conquered and won

Below are some scenes from the pre-game tailgating:

BART is painted silver and black on Raider Sundays

Batman is a Raiders fan. Why aren’t you?

The father later bit the head off a live chicken while the son chanted Satanic poetry.

Even the cops are bad-ass at a Raiders game.

Epic security guard is epic.

Pre-game entertainment courtesy of Zumba-loving moms.

0 and 6? We can still finish 10 and 6 if we pick things up a bit.

Sam-Omar Hall is a freelance journalist who has a thing for losing teams and war-paint. He can be reached at samomarhall@gmail.com or www.facebook.com/samomar