vs MIA 2024-11-11

Do able

Pookie if you don’t give me 15 my season is cooked. I beg you to do this for me.

I just need like, a decent game I need you to perform roughly to Jaylen waddle or Tua

my glorious king i just need a solid game no duds 🫡

Pookie I just traded for you and I’m playing the guy I got you from this week. I need 15 to beat him. He doesn’t love you like I do. Please do this for me ❤️

In shadows long he lingered, sidelined from the fight, A warrior's heart confined, his spirit burning bright. I placed my trust in him, through trials and the pain, Awaiting his return, to dance on fields again. But fate, a fickle mistress, cast shadows on his name, One moment of frustration, a punch, an ejection came. The crowd's roar turned to whispers, doubts began to sprout, Yet deep within, I knew, his fire wouldn't burn out. Redemption's dawn broke early, on a crisp and fateful day, He soared above the doubters, in a legacy to stay. His name now etched in glory, a testament to might, From injury to triumph, he reclaimed his rightful light.

Ifu give me 20 I’ll name my first born child puka in your honor 🥹

Puka all I need is 9 points I believe in you

Come on pookie bear, going to need a jammar chase out of you today, going against the best team in the league

all i need is 21.7 baby

I need you to get 7 or less, punch somebody already bro

Here we go again

Throw to bro he’s wide open 🤬🤬🤬

Ofc they aren’t going to give him the ball

oh puka how i love you and that beautiful beard of yours. Please score me 45 points 😇

Oh puka oh Puka I need 13 + whatever raheem mostert scores PLEASE

Oh brother, this guy STINKS

Post-Election Blues and Fantasy Dreams The ballots are counted, the race is all done, And yet here I sit, feeling overrun. Hope and dread mingled, I wrestle and stew— What now for us all? Where do we go through? But in comes a comfort, a small spark of light, A place I escape to each Sunday night. Fantasy football, my gridiron dream, Brings back a glimmer, a weekly routine. I draft, trade, and plan, setting my sights, With my roster lined up like heroes in tights. Touchdowns and tackles, a hopeful refrain, Lift me above the world’s heavy refrain. For a moment, I’m free of the daily grind, Lost in a league that’s entirely mine. In the field of my choosing, my spirit stands tall— An escape and reminder: there’s hope after all.

Please don’t throw it to puka or waddle PLEASE

Please don’t throw it to puka or waddle PLEASE

Please don’t throw it to puka or waddle PLEASE

I will end up on a T-shirt if you don’t put up 50+ points, please Pookie

ohh puka i need 12+ whatever wandale robinson gets