Enough of this BS. Enough running and hiding behind "potential" or "run of play." It's time for a fetchin' win. It's up to Kyle Beckerman to lead us to victory. I overheard the following at a practice yesterday:
Kyle Beckerman: And if this is our team, why does it go?
Andy Williams: We didn't come here to lose to them!
Tony Beltran: Home! The Red Bulls are too many!
Kyle Beckerman: Sons of Salt Lake! I am Kyle Beckerman.
Rafael Cox: Kyle Beckerman is seven feet tall!
Kyle Beckerman: Yes, I've heard. Kills men by the hundreds. And if HE were here, he'd consume the Red Bulls with fireballs from his eyes, and bolts of lightning from his arse.
[Players laugh]
Kyle Beckerman: I *am* Kyle Beckerman! And I see a whole team of my countrymen, here in defiance of tyranny. You've come to fight for the RioT... and RioT we have. What will you do for that RioT? Will you fight!?
Javier Morales: Fight? Against that? No! We will run. And we will live.
Kyle Beckerman: Aye, fight and you may die. Run, and you'll live... at least a while. And dying in your beds, many years from now, would you be willin' to trade ALL the days, from this day to that, for one chance, just one chance, to come back here and tell our enemies that they may take our lives, but they'll never take... OUR RIOT!
[Players cheer]
Kyle Beckerman: Alba gu bràth!
["RSL forever!"]
Players: ALBA GU BRÀTH! ALBA GU BRÀTH! ALBA GU BRÀTH!
It's time. You have 90 minutes.
