Whos is Flushing the Toilet

Good Evening Ma'Lady and Ba'Gents

While there was no mustard today, Addison certainly came to play.

CMC’s team lost today but he was not the Culporit. 

Mike, Hock, (and Drop It) certainly partied in the TD today

Olave so frustrated with his teams loss decided he wanted to be the culprit

Devonta smith with his 6.9 shinning so bright

Jakobi Meyers might prove himself as Mac’s new afternoon delight

Geno Smith is a friend of that old Running back? 

Tua loves flying to his native island, as long as there are no Eagles

Starting two Arthur smith backs? Hitting that Falcon Pack

Rachaad White dreaming of running past more peoples

Tony Pollard and his Tank took a November Snooze

With Watson starting as his flex, Mack is sure to looze

Poem: Original
Can you fields the Love Tonight (Stephen Clines) 107.76

The Fantasy Football Team (Mack Magner) 91.24

Stopping by AJ Brown on a Winter Evening

Whose win this is I think I know.   

His RB survived the Jacksonville hellhole;   

You will not see Brown stopping short of goal   

To watch his Barkley yards by hitting the hole.   

My little Purdy must think it queer   

To stop without a Pickens near   

Between the Waller and frozen Ridley

The coldest win of the year.   

Puka gives his harness shells a shake   

To ask if there is some mistake.   

The only other players trying today 

Are easy Love and a Dolphins D and downy Diggs.   

The Wins are lovely, dark and deep,   

But Mithcell has promises to keep,   

And Wemby wins to go before he sleeps,   

And Forey loses to go before he sleeps.

Poem: Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

Win-Ter is Coming (Mitchell Cantway) 111.88

4A not 4E (Andrew FA) 94.5

The Plan Still Rises

You may write Gibbs down in history

With your bitter, twisted Post Draft Grade lies,

You may trod Sutton in the very dirt

But still, like dust, they'll rise.

Does my Palmer upset you?

Why are you beset with losses?

’Cause I walk like I've got Howell’s legs

Pumping in my bedroom.

Just like Williams and like Williams,

With the certainty of Burrow,

Just like cigar smoke springing high,

Still I'll rise.

Did you want to see Lamar Jackson broken?

33 Points yet lowered eyes?

Josh Jacobs falling down like teardrops,

Weakened by my Frosty Flight?

Does my Cole Kmet offend you?

Don't you take it awful hard

’Cause I laugh like I've got goose eggs 

Hatching in your backyard.

You may shoot me with your Freeman words,

You may cut me with your Allen eyes,

You may kill me with your St. Brown piety,

But still, like air, I’ll rise.

Does my Kyren Williams injury upset you?

Does it come as a surprise

That I make waiver pickups like I've got diamonds

At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of first 6 weeks shame

I rise

Up from a past that’s rooted in bad beats

I rise

I'm a head attorney, leaping and wide,

Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.

Leaving behind lots of motherfricking snakes on my motherfricking planes,

I rise

Into a scoreboard that’s wondrously clear

I beat Coby Evers 

I rise

I rise.

Poem: Still I Rise BY MAYA ANGELOU

Frosty Flights FC (Hunter Tormey) 106.06

Cobra FC (Coby Evers) 87.88

Muddy Waters Hurt Itself in its Confusion

(Keaton clears his throat and grabs the mic)

Mahomes and Kelce are the very best

Like no one ever was

Kamara is my real threat

Victory is my cause

I will travel across Texas

Winning far and wide

Teach losers to understand

The power that's inside

Master Balls!

Gotta beat them all (It's me and me)

I know its my destiny

Master

Oh, Sam’s my best friend

In a world where we trade Kelce

Ballers!

Gotta stack 'em all (Chiefs Offense so true)

Jerome Ford will pull us through

I teach you and I'll teach you

Master Balls

Gotta catch 'em all

Gotta catch 'em all

Yeah (hand microphone to Sam)

Every Muddy Water along the bay

With courage I start Goff

I will cry every day

To claim my rightful place

Last place seems so right

There's many better teams

Arm in arm we'll lost the fight

It's always been our dream

Drink, Run, and Eat 30 Miles

Gotta do 30 of 'em all (It's beer and donuts)

I know its my destiny

Triathlon 

Oh, Aiyuk my best friend

In a world we must place last

Master Ballers

Please beat 'em all (A heart so true)

Our trading will pull us through

You teach me and I'll teach you

Master Ballers

Gotta win 'em all

Gotta win 'em all

Balls!

Poem: Gotta Catch’Em All by Jason Paige

Master Ballers (Keaton Adcock) 156.06

Galveston Bay Muddy Waters (Samuel Dunegan) 77.46

"I'm a Believer"

(Matt grabs the mic)

I thought Wins were only true in fairy tales

Meant for someone good but not for me.

The league was out to get me

That's the way it seemed.

Last year’s victory was in all my dreams.

Then I Drafted Tyreek, now I'm a believer

Not a trace of doubt in my mind.

I'm a 2 time, possibly a third time league winner!

I couldn't lose this if I tried.

I thought Tayson Hill was more or less a losing guy,

Seems the Mattison. the less I got.

What's the use in Herbet'?

All you get is pain.

When I needed Stevenonson, I got points .

(Jake chimes back)

Then I saw Najee, now I'm a Mclaughing

Not a trace of wins in my mind.

I'm in 9th, I'm a loser!

I couldn't win if I tried.

49ers defense was out to get me

Now, that's the way it is

Disappointment from losing this very winnable game by literally starting another other defense

haunted all my dreams

Oh, then I saw waivers, now I'm a picker

Not a trace of Keeping this lineup in my mind.

JJ’s  injured, Conner too!

I couldn't drop them if I tried.

Yes, I got Henderson, now I'm a go bench him

And not a trace of succes in my mind.

Said I'm a losser

I'm a bad GM

(Matt grabs the Mic)

I'm a Winner

Said I'm a didn’t deserve this (great grace but God is rich in Mercy)

So I'm a believer

I said I'm a believer

I'm a believer

Song: I’m a Believer - The Monkees

Heaven’s Heroes (Matthew Stone) 80.36

Kings Landing United (Jake Sawyer) 76.96