In honor of Fantasy Football season, I wrote for you (yes, you) a lovely poem:
As August nears and training camps open, players are frantic; smack talk will be spoken. Your commish sends a text “hey bro, you still in”, your reply with a smirk “this time, I will win”. You open your browser, a league champ with surety, as Yahoo Fantasy, again, has upped their security. Your wife has been told, you play just for fun, meanwhile at work, no work’s getting done. With draft day approaching, your dream team in mind, you’re constantly planning, living the grind.