I mean, I’m humble… to me, I’m just a regular cat from Oakland, California.
I think I just went into a system that was willing to utilize me and gave me opportunities and I felt fortunate to be able to go to Oakland and put the silver and black on. I wanted to prove to everybody that I could still play.
In Oakland, Al Davis was a genius. We had Ron Wolff there, too, and he was a genius. There was no room for me to be a genius.
My love of wine happened organically while being in Napa Valley during training camp while playing for the Oakland Raiders in the 90s.
I’ve been sort of gentrification-obsessed. Right before I left Oakland in 2012, I was feeling it. Now I go back sporadically, and the change is drastic.
Oakland has always been my muse.
The trash-talking, I think I would like to take that back. I really didn’t want to get known as that, but that was just the way I was, the way I grew up back in Oakland, Calif., back on the playgrounds.
It’s definitely been a long, long… long, long, long, long, long journey since I was selling burnt CD’s out of my backpack in downtown Oakland.
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