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‘Twas the first week of playoffs, and all through the leagues, stuck Managers were feeling Dak Prescott fatigue.
Opposing teams’ lineups were scoured with care, in hops that that Lions’ St. Brown won’t be there.
The players were nestled all snug in their slots, while hoping their testing would show COVID-nots.
My wife against Ertz, and myself against Pitts, were hoping some ends would take typical shits.
Who Won The Week
Recall Thursday night, there arose such a clatter, that Chiefs players’ managers thought Sunday won’t matter.
Away from the Jets game I glanced in a flash, expecting our lead to get tossed in the trash.
I checked on the score of my wideout Amari, then struggled to keep down last night’s calimari.
When, what to my deadening eyes should appear, but an equally bad game from that Najee, that guy, here.
I just needed Kyler, so lively and quick, to score 20 points while the clock would still tick.
More rapid than eagles my hopes were let down, so I called out to others to please score touchdowns:
On Thielen! On Penny! On Van and RoJo!
On Beckham! On Dalvin! On Foster Moreau!
Hey coaches out there, get these assholes the ball! Now score away, score away, score away all!
As dry leaves before the wild hurricane fly, when met with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So up to high numbers my opponents’ scores flew, with stacks full of Boyd – Aaron Rodgers there, too.
At night, I expected some Tom Brady dimes, but it felt like Fournette got the ball every time.
Then guessing my season would come to an end, something happened to Lenny, and Evans, his friend.
They dressed in their street clothes, from head down to foot, and watched as the Saints made the Bucs go kaput.
I went into Monday with barely a chance. I grabbed a hard drink and donned much cheaper pants.
I knew what to do! To make make me feel merry! Reflect on the year, and read some Matthew Berry!
He made a droll claim: Justin Jeff’s on the rise! I double-checked my arm, it read “DON’T BELIEVE HIS LIES!”
Back to the stats: Cooper Kupp is the greatest. Kelce’s top tight end, though Andrews debates us.
Some refused, in this week, to put Dak on the shelf. I laughed when I saw this, in spite of myself.
I sat down to watch Tuesday’s game in PJs. I rooted for Pennys but braced for DeeJays.
Stuck with just watching the play-by-play crawl, it would seem, lest I tried to to illegally stream.
They Were The Best Of Picks, They Were The Worst Of Picks
If I’m angry at Terry, it’s not without reason. He just cost us this game, and in turn the whole season.
If you drafted Kupp, you have not been dismayed – but perhaps all your losses have just been delayed.
If you’ve made it with Dak, I’ll give you some props. Perhaps you have excellent fantasy chops.
To my fellow soon-losers, let’s give a good fight. Happy Semis To All, And To All A Good Night!