The Raiders are like that house at the end of the street that the rest of the neighborhood avoids.
Shady characters come and go in all hours of the night.
There are occasional screams, shouting and the sounds of broken glass coming from within its walls.
Their children are poorly dressed and have bruises on them.
The wife won't look anyone in the eye, walks with her head down.
Their yard is a mess ... weeds and trash everywhere.
The patriarch is some crazy, skinny old man who rules this dung heap of a home with intimidation.