The Raiders and Carson Palmer are doing a slow break-up right now— they're studying each other (remotely, via agents and shadow-play intimations) and it sounds like they're deciding they don't love each other so much anymore.
Awww, how sad. The Raiders want to shave down his $13 million salary, Palmer is resisting, and this all seems like it's headed to Palmer leaving the Raiders via trade or release unless some last-minute rapprochement is achieved.
Oh, and also this: So what? It's not like Palmer and the Raiders were a match made in NFL heaven, and in fact this was one of the most desperate and panicky unions in recent sports memory. (Obvious from the get-go if you were paying attention.) Let's spell it out: It's not like Palmer hand-picked the Raiders: He was so sick of the Bengals that he "retired" in order to force their hand.
And only the Raiders — in the weeks after Al Davis' death, under the manic temporary control of Hue Jackson — were <NO1>the only team<NO>dumb enough to pay a ridiculous price for Palmer.
(To recap: the Raiders 2012 first-round pick and a second-round pick this year .<TH>.<TH>. yes, the sagging end of the Palmer Era could come before the Raiders are finished giving Cincinnati what it took to get him: THAT IS A TERRIBLE TRADE.) Moral of the story: When you force your own cheap team to trade you, often the only team that will pay the price to get you is the one in the worst shape. Which inevitably leads to the next round of "Get Me Outta Here" theater.