@ ARI 2024-12-08

I need you to go off tyreek played like shit

This game buddy hitting 1000 yards

hey man mixon left me high and dry and the guy i’m playing against had the bengals defense so ima need you to completely lock in your my only hope

Okay buddy I need 50 from you for me to have a chance. I need you to fucking lock in

No question about you do your job

JSN with legendary prime time numbers tonight

it’s all down to your king go for 50

I need 66 yards to win a rack cmon my njigba 😂😎💸💯💸💸💸💸

We feeling over 5 receptions?

JSN, DESTROY MY ENEMIES AND MY LIFE IS YOURS

Need him to get 40

Jsn I need you to ball tf out omg

Fucking James Conner puts up 30 points

Jaxon smith I need a 40 ball 🙏🏽

Is it crazy to ask for a 30 bomb

Oh Jaxon, bearer of my fleeting hopes, Tonight, thou art not merely a mortal man, But a titan upon whose shoulders my dreams rest. The scoreboard looms, a cruel mountain of numbers, And I, a humble climber, cling to thee, my Sherpa, To guide me upward, past the chasm of despair. Seventy points, a gap vast as the night sky, A cruel canyon carved by my rivals' merciless stars. Yet I, steadfast in faith, turn to thee, Jaxon, swift-footed bard of the gridiron. For in thy hands lies redemption, in thy legs, salvation, and in thy heart, the fire to forge a legend anew. Did not the college fields once tremble 'neath thy feet? Did not defenses falter, like brittle leaves in autumn winds, when thou didst weave thy magic across the land? Oh, Jaxon, where is that spirit now? Unleash it, unbind it, let it roar like a lion That my fantasy kingdom may be restored! Tonight, each route thou runneth is a sonnet in motion, each catch, a hymn to the gods of victory. Let thy hands be sure, thy steps electric, thy eyes fixed upon glory's shimmering crown. Do not falter, do not tire, for the hour is late, and the league's cruel gods do not favor the weak. Oh, quarterback, fling the ball with a poet's precision! Oh, offensive line, hold steadfast as ancient oaks! Let Jaxon soar unimpeded, let him dance through the secondary like a comet through the heavens. Let touchdowns rain like manna from the sky, and yards accumulate like sand on an endless shore. I beseech thee, Jaxon, hero of my desperate plight, for thou art more than a name on a roster, more than a line in a box score. Thou art my hope, my champion, my knight in cleats. Deliver me from this pit of sorrow, and carry me to the promised land of victory. And should the fates prove kind, should thy name light up the scoreboard as the dawn, then I shall sing thy praises to the heavens, a hymn for the ages, an ode to thy greatness. So rise, Jaxon, rise! And let this be the night where legends are made, where fantasy turns to reality, and a dreamer finds his dream fulfilled.

Need these strokes tonight king

I need you, Jaxon

I don’t even need you to go crazy but do it for fun

You getting your shit locked boy

Hope you get shit down tn. You and Charb

Need a DK game

JAX I need 55 points from you I really do please for playoffs to keep going