the raiders make it do what it do..... baby

when you gotta let 'em know....... give em the ronaldo finger wag. made my return from injury this week sitting around 75%. felt ok running but kicking with my right was hurting. we went into the game in third place in the division against the team that was in second. all game was physical and the other team was trashing steady. especially to me. i know a bunch of the dudes from the team that basically think they are the basketball aristocracy around here while they moonlight as soccer players to keep from getting fat. they all play together thinking they are the shit. i hate 'em all, just the way they carry themselves. they focused their hate mostly on me throughout the game after i ran their goalie a couple times, trying to force a turnover. they tried to take a bunch of cheap shots on me but the ref, who's irish, had my back. they were forearming me and grabbing my shirt, threatening me throughout the game. 10 minutes to go, goal-less draw, off a set piece i pop in a rebound. i turn and face the field yelling WHAT!! while i drop the ronaldo finger on 'em as i jog back. these clowns were pretty choked, yelling "you're dead #13". the fact that i scored the game winner after all that noise was sweet sweet music. they came after me with the slide tackles but i was cat-like. the best part was walking through that line after the game with a smug look on my face, shaking hands....damn do i hate those dudes. to put the cherry on, the win bumped us into a tie for first place with an opportunity to have it all to ourselves next week heading into the stretch drive. WIN: its what we do