Fantasy Football Blues.

A love/hate poem by Chad Fletcher.

Watching the scores running 'cross my screen
Larry Johnson just needs one more score
Carson Palmer just threw a pick
I throw my controller against the door.

Big game against the Undertakers this week
just two games left, it's for the lead.
Buddy's players: I hope they die.
That is what I need.

Counting carries, catches, scores and yards
fumbles and oskies make me fret
Edgerrin James is my homeboy
even though we've never met.

exhaustive breakdowns of stats and games
pointless ruminations and stupid guesses
it's expensive and addicting
just another of my obsessions

each time LT fumbles the ball
a little part of my soul dies
Tony Gonzales catches a TD!
now my watch as my sould flies!

It's stupid and pointless
A waste of time
but when I win the Super Bowl again
it will be SUBLIME.

Death to the rest of the Groin Pull League.