The Oakland/Los Angeles/Oakland Raiders and Las Vegas.

They deserve each other.

This is the franchise that embraced a reputation as an outlaw NFL team … and a desert town that occasionally is still called Sin City.

But then the Raiders missed out on the Great Los Angeles Migration (the Rams and Chargers beat them to it) and Las Vegas comped the Silver and Black a few drinks and promised $750 million in public money for a $1.9 billion stadium to be open in time for the 2020 season … and the rest is history.

It seems appropriate that NFL owners voted overwhelmingly (31-1) this week to approve the Raiders’ move. Las Vegas and the Raiders are a match made in hell, which the owners clearly could appreciate.

In the alternate universe where morality and right and wrong still have some currency (admittedly, the smallest of universes), the NFL should not be putting a team into a city built on hard men taking money from liquored-up rubes.

It was Las Vegas that was pretty much invented by organized crime as a place to launder ill-gotten gains as well as an epicenter for raking 10 percent (or whatever it is) of every dollar that is wagered in its casinos.

The NFL for decades resisted the notion (Pete Rozelle, moral exemplar; who knew?) of its fans gambling on its games and as recently as 2013 said it would not play even an exhibition game in a stadium being considered for local school UNLV.

(Commissioner Roger Goodell still says the NFL opposes legalized sports gambling. Even with a team now headed for U.S. betting’s capital city.)

On-demand gambling was one of the winners of the early 21st century’s culture wars, and the idea of some NFL players in debt to local bookmakers no longer alarms the organization. “Thrown games? Never happen … and who will ever know?”

Plus, the Las Vegas Raiders will be worth more than the Oakland variety, and NFL owners like it when their teams become ever more valuable.

For the Raiders and owner Mark Davis, son of Al, this is a great end result — albeit with an awkward (very awkward) two seasons as lame ducks what once was called the Oakland-Alameda County Coliseum. Having more than 10 events a year in an NFL stadium … that idea is so 50 years ago.

Meantime, Oakland fans may not be enthusiastic about supporting a team that will leave town after the 2018 season. (Where the Raiders will play in 2019 is not known; maybe in the parking lot of Caesar’s Palace — it was good enough for Ali-Holmes in 1980.)

The denizens of the Black Hole may, out of pique, pack away their Halloween fright costumes and stick to their motorcycle gang activities.

(And is anything more pathetic than a marginal “big-league” city making a last-minute attempt to keep a team? Oakland is so broke it had the Raiders and baseball Athletics share the same historical monument of a stadium for decades. At the end, Oakland ended up begging; that only amuses the NFL.)

Much of what happens in the NFL is sordid, we must concede. Players with non-guaranteed contracts used up and spit out. Bad actors in uniform. Fans made to sit in freezing stadiums during winter night games in the Rust Belt. Teams with no allegiance to cities and regions that supported them for decades.

But the Raiders and Las Vegas … that one seems even sleazier than usual.

Thinking about it too long is like an imaginary walk through a crummy cinema with a sticky floor. You wonder what you are stepping in, but you know it can’t possibly be good.