‘Twas the night before my fantasy draft, When In my boudoir, This little creature was stirring.
Uh, there’s no mouse in my house
I was nestled all snug in my bed, while visions of running backs making touchdowns, danced in my little head. I in my kerchief-sized lacy night slip, can’t settle my little brain for a light August nap.
When in my mind arose such a clatter, I sprang from my memory foam mattress with 800 count sheets, to see what could be the matter. Away to my slim laptop all powered by flash. I flipped it open, and turned it on in a dash.
The moonlit screensaver began to illuminate like snow, gave way to the little objects below, when what to my wondering eyes should appear, but a miniature team roster, with eight potential picks for this year!
With a click of my mouse, so lively and quick, I knew at a moment, I found my first pick! More rapid than the Eagles offense, defenders cannot defend, I quivered and scanned, and called them by name.
Call a screen! Make me scream!
Call a post to make it the most!
Now dash away dash away into the end zone!!
Merry preseason to all, and to all a good night 💋