In this imagined world, Ray spoke not just as a competitor, but as a friend. The two had bonded years after their final meeting at a charity event in New York. Mangold had shown up with barbecue sauce stains on his shirt and a grin that disarmed even his fiercest rival.

“He was always joking,” Ray recalled. “Told me I was the only DB who tried to blitz without reading the snap count. Then he handed me a plate of ribs and said, ‘Let’s call it even.’”

That night turned into a yearly tradition. Every offseason, the two would trade stories about the game they loved and the price their bodies had paid for it. They would laugh about old battles and swap injury horror stories like veterans comparing scars.

When the Call Came

In this fictional tribute, Ray described getting the call early one morning from a former teammate.

“He said, ‘Vern, we lost Nick.’ And for a minute, I couldn’t move. The room went quiet, and all I could think was, ‘Not him.’ Guys like Nick aren’t supposed to go first.”

He took a long breath before continuing.

“It made me realize something: all that hitting, all that fighting — it’s nothing compared to what we lose when we stop calling each other, when we forget the bonds we made out there.”

The Vigil in Silver and Black

At Allegiant Stadium, the Raiders’ organization held a candlelight tribute. Hundreds of fans arrived in silver and black, many carrying green-and-white Jets memorabilia. The scoreboard displayed Mangold’s image with the caption:
“Rivals on Sunday. Brothers Forever.”

Ray stood midfield, flanked by former teammates, and placed a Jets helmet on the 50-yard line.

“He wasn’t one of ours,” he told the crowd. “But he was ours all the same.”

The audience fell silent except for the faint hum of the desert wind through the rafters.

What He Meant to the Game

Ray, now a coach in this imagined version of events, said Mangold’s approach to football had influenced how he taught young players.

“Every rookie I coach, I tell them: ‘Be like Nick Mangold.’ Not because he was the strongest or the meanest, but because he was the most consistent. The man never cheated a down. You want greatness? That’s it — do your job every single time.”

He looked up toward the rafters.

“That’s how he played. That’s how I hope we all live.”

A Rival’s Eulogy

At the fictional memorial in New Jersey, Ray was among the speakers. He kept his remarks short, as Mangold would’ve wanted.

“Nick, you made Sundays miserable — in the best way,” he said, smiling through tears. “You made me respect linemen more than any stat sheet ever could. Rest easy, big man. You earned it.”

When the service ended, Ray placed his old Raiders gloves atop Mangold’s framed jersey — silver leather on green fabric, a symbol of the rivalry that turned into friendship.

Legacy Beyond Colors

In this imagined world, both teams agreed to wear a joint decal: a silver-and-green shield with the number 74 inside.
Raiders fans in Las Vegas raised banners that read, “For the Warrior in Green.” Jets fans responded online with “Respect from the East.”

The league issued a statement calling it “a moment when competition gave way to connection.”

“That’s what Nick did,” Ray said afterward. “He made enemies into admirers. That’s not something you teach — that’s who you are.”

The Lesson He Left Behind

The fictional Vern Ray closed his tribute with words that sounded more like advice to the living than a eulogy.

“If you ever played this game, you know we don’t get forever,” he said. “So while you can, tell your brothers you love them. Laugh more. Hug harder. Play like Nick — all heart, no hate.”

As the crowd applauded, the stadium lights faded to a soft green glow, merging into silver — the colors of two teams, united for one man.

Final Reflection

In this imagined story, Nick Mangold’s fictional passing left the football world quieter, kinder, and more aware of what really matters.
Vern Ray’s tribute — a rival’s respect turned into love — reminded everyone that the game’s true victories happen long after the final whistle.