It’s Sunday night and it’s time for my draft,
I check the order and I got the shaft.
3rd year in a row that I’m the ninth pick,
Just one pick after Team “Eric’s a Dick.”
I enter the draft and read all the names:
Joke after joke it’s always the same.
“Teblow” is first and selects A.P.
Next is “Hernandez” then “Vick’s Dawgs” at three.
My strategy is simple and I have no regrets:
Don’t draft a soul from the Raiders or Jets.
Running backs are sketch and are hard to replace.
So I draft Tom Brady because he is a face.
If “so and so” wins it would make me sick,
After each selection he chats “terrible pick.”
I claim that he studied two weeks in advance,
As I go on a rant and spill beer on my pants.
I filled the positions and I think that I’m fine.
Turns out my whole team’s got a Bye on Week 9.
By the tenth round I’m bored drafting D’s on the pooper.
While some asshole decides to draft Riley Cooper.
When the draft is all finished it’s the same deal.
I get five different texts saying, “my team is unreal.”
50 bucks later with a roster I hate,
I close my comp with a smile, and say “that was great.”
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