vs MIA 2024-11-11

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

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

yo tua lowk got that cte

I just need 2 points man PLEASE

Can’t wait for 0 bomb!

i need 20 from you my king

Need 26 from you goat lock in

Need 39 king

I need you now more than ever

Wish I would have traded you

oh puka i love you and your big beard my little pukabear

Need 00 from you don’t score and don’t get the ball

Gotta hold him to 6

lock in lil 🥷 all i need is 15

Mathew Stanford shitting the bed

Stanford*

@ianlawsonn he’s cooked

nah

I literally just need two points. Please don’t get kicked out of the game again.

Bruh just give me 15