Raiders Rookie Party

 They said, “Throw a party.” They didn’t realize who they were talking to—a guy who lives in the extremes. Of course, I made it my mission to throw a barn burner.

I discovered the perfect spot for the revelry: a secluded ranch in Oxnard, California. It was out of the paparazzi’s reach and close to training camp. The large spread had a massive barn, the perfect spot for off-the-wall entertainment. My inner artist went to work immediately. I envisioned something akin to a circus with hay bales as stadium bleachers for unobstructed views of center stage. An impressive DJ booth and a peppering of well-stocked bars flanked the space.

But what would keep everyone’s eyes glued to the main stage? For that, I went to one of the veterans. He was more straitlaced than the others, rarely drinking, and quick to speed off from camp in a sweet ride. But he knew his guys and understood I hoped to make a lasting impression.

“I’m going to give you two numbers,” he responded. “Don’t ask questions. Just call both to get things handled.”

I nodded my appreciation and pocketed the information. The first was a contact who lined up a dozen strippers. The second one caught me off guard. It was a contact in the adult film industry who secured a half-dozen porn stars for the event.

These professionals, well-versed in rousing audiences of testosterone- and alcohol-fueled dudes, needed little instruction. I watched the crowd from the cheap seats as the party kicked into gear. The strippers took on act one, and the film stars got creative with their bodies in act two. They did things with toys that some of these farm boys had never seen or imagined.

Even I didn’t anticipate what came next.

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