At long last a fantasy draft
At many of the picks, I laughed
It's been a minute
Feels good to be in it
I believe I have skills in this craft
The summer went by in a flash
School has hit with a crash
New routines and friends
Oh, the feelings it sends
Along with emotions that smash
The verge of another season
The 'Fins now give us reason
To hope against hope
But will fate say "Nope"
Despite all the talent we're teasin'?
Lack of leadership skills
Leads to errors and spills
Awful promotions and hires
Though it sickens and tires
Should I die on these hills?
Against all odds and bets
They've put on the jets
Eyes on a wildcard spot
And whether you like it or not
Here come the fucking Mets
Last time ...
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