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Threw down my glove, Zeke slapped me with it.

Those of you who are familiar with my posts know I rarely wear underwear. And when I do, it's usually something exotic. I also like to party with cows.

Now that we have that out of the way. It's been said I have a mild dislike for Elliott. I never understood that. Oh wait, yes I do. For my part, that hate is so strong I never called him Zeek since I joined this blog until the title of this post. He earned being called Zeke tonight.

You see, it was not about the size of the run to me. It was always about the effort. Tonight was the first time I saw the effort of old Zeke. He wanted it bad tonight. It was awesome.

Don't get me wrong, I still hate him. I hate that he always shows up out of shape and that he's a jerk off the field.Hate that he's a top 8 RB thinking he's generational. That so many of you think he's generational when he's only really good and all that.

But for tonight, he struck me with that glove I threw down and it drew blood. It will still be bleeding tomorrow too.

And it tastes like victory!

Thanks Zeke.

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