Twas the Night Before the Fantasy Playoffs

[Men In Tights]

I thought I would post something I wrote for my local league last year:

 

'Twas the Night Before the WWFFL Playoffs'

Adapted from the famous ‘Twas the Night Before Christmas'

Written by Zam, for the WWFFL INK

 

‘Twas the night before the WWFFL Playoffs', when all through the league,

Heartbeats raced a bit quicker, you know there’s intrigue;

The lineups were sent to the commish with care,

In hopes that the WWFFL Trophy soon would be theirs;

 

The teams were still rustling in their beds,

While visions of victory danced in their heads;

The 4-Beer Bowl teams were anxious as well,

The “cellar” is where the loser would dwell;

 

Each team’s facility heard such a clatter,

As they sprang from the bed because they had a full bladder;

Awake and startled with cold sweats,

Each owner had their own lineup frets;

 

They started the guys they knew were studs,

Instead of listening to their gut, will they be duds;

They read some advice, and even asked for it twice,

But now they feel the chances are on a roll of the dice;

 

The fantasy football Gods can be so fickle,

Even the best teams have been put in a pickle;

They were still doing their last lineup sizing,

All of a sudden, the sun started rising;

 

The WWFFL season ending party is here,

Once the games start everyone will cheer;

At the end of the day, there can be just one victor,

You know someone will pull it out of their sphincter;

 

Since no one remembers the regular season,

Winning the WWFFL Bowl is a great reason;

To boast, brag, taunt, and beguile,

Because you can raise that trophy with a SMILE;

 

Don’t forget the other battle taking place,

Between the bottom four teams, it’s still a race;

The porn cellar has one occupant during the season,

But buying the beer for the draft gives another reason;

 

In the 3-games played, a win is what they desire,

And they hope that lights their team’s fire;

For if it doesn’t and they lose,

Three cases of beer and 1st pick is what they choose.

 

Let’s not forget the 2 irrelevant teams,

For they started this year with their own dreams;

While not making the playoffs does suck,

They can drink free beer because of that other schmuck.

 

No matter what happens these next two weeks,

Just remember that we’re all fantasy football freaks;

When we’re together drinking some suddies,

It feels d@mn good when you best your buddies.

 

You know that next August will be upon us right quick,

And everyone at the draft will be acting like a d!ck;

We will laugh, cry, rip, hoot, and holler,

As the guy drafting gets hot under the collar;

 

While only one team gets their name engraved,

Nine others are left waiting to be saved;

After the winner is crowned, there’s a new race,

Just remember, no one remembers second place.

[Donutrun Jellies]

... and I thought I had too much time on my hands.

 

Nicely done.

[Men In Tights]

Thank you. And yes I am doing a shameless bump because I am seeking attention on this Friday morning.

[Menudo]

Thank you. And yes I am doing a shameless bump because I am seeking attention on this Friday morning. 

 

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Nice poem.

 

You are the 2nd best poet on this site.......

[nogohawk]

good stuff!

[HADEPUDE]

Nice job Tites.