Credit: John Opiola, Smooth Operator
Twas the night before Christmas π
When all through the league, not a team said a word, about the lulu lemon machines π π
The fantasy lineups will be set once last time, in hopes of a championship belt that should be mine π
KO’s grandkids were nestled all snug in their beds; while vision of three belts danced in his head πΊ
And Opie in his Nabers jersey, and KO in Josh Allen’s
When out on the lawn, there arose such a clatter, I sprung from my bed to see what Lamar did even mattered π
Away to the window, KO flew like Saquon, Tore open the shutters and lifted up his new LeBrons π
Unfortunately for Kevin, St Nick didn’t show, because he decided, it’s time for the Puka to blow π¨
While the league won’t admit it, the championship is set, so bring out the egg nog and toast to the rest πΊ
A gunslinger quarterback, a ridiculous back, a speedster receiver, and a tight end to attack π
It’s time for the Smooth Operators to bunny bounce on KO’s head π°