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Puka Nacua
SleeperBot  •  23 days ago
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vs MIA 2024-11-11

BryceEchrb 14 days ago

Post-Election Blues and Fantasy Dreams The ballots are counted, the race is all done, And yet here I sit, feeling overrun. Hope and dread mingled, I wrestle and stew— What now for us all? Where do we go through? But in comes a comfort, a small spark of light, A place I escape to each Sunday night. Fantasy football, my gridiron dream, Brings back a glimmer, a weekly routine. I draft, trade, and plan, setting my sights, With my roster lined up like heroes in tights. Touchdowns and tackles, a hopeful refrain, Lift me above the world’s heavy refrain. For a moment, I’m free of the daily grind, Lost in a league that’s entirely mine. In the field of my choosing, my spirit stands tall— An escape and reminder: there’s hope after all. Post-Election Blues and Fantasy Dreams The ballots are counted, the race is all done, And yet here I sit, feeling overrun. Hope and dread mingled, I wrestle and stew— What now for us all? Where do we go through? But in comes a comfort, a small spark of light, A place I escape to each Sunday night. Fantasy football, my gridiron dream, Brings back a glimmer, a weekly routine. I draft, trade, and plan, setting my sights, With my roster lined up like heroes in tights. Touchdowns and tackles, a hopeful refrain, Lift me above the world’s heavy refrain. For a moment, I’m free of the daily grind, Lost in a league that’s entirely mine. In the field of my choosing, my spirit stands tall— An escape and reminder: there’s hope after all. Post-Election Blues and Fantasy Dreams The ballots are counted, the race is all done, And yet here I sit, feeling overrun. Hope and dread mingled, I wrestle and stew— What now for us all? Where do we go through? But in comes a comfort, a small spark of light, A place I escape to each Sunday night. Fantasy football, my gridiron dream, Brings back a glimmer, a weekly routine. I draft, trade, and plan, setting my sights, With my roster lined up like heroes in tights. Touchdowns and tackles, a hopeful refrain, Lift me above the world’s heavy refrain. For a moment, I’m free of the daily grind, Lost in a league that’s entirely mine. In the field of my choosing, my spirit stands tall— An escape and reminder: there’s hope after all. Post-Election Blues and Fantasy Dreams The ballots are counted, the race is all done, And yet here I sit, feeling overrun. Hope and dread mingled, I wrestle and stew— What now for us all? Where do we go through? But in comes a comfort, a small spark of light, A place I escape to each Sunday night. Fantasy football, my gridiron dream, Brings back a glimmer, a weekly routine. I draft, trade, and plan, setting my sights, With my roster lined up like heroes in tights. Touchdowns and tackles, a hopeful refrain, Lift me above the world’s heavy refrain. For a moment, I’m free of the daily grind, Lost in a league that’s entirely mine. In the field of my choosing, my spirit stands tall— An escape and reminder: there’s hope after all. Post-Election Blues and Fantasy Dreams The ballots are counted, the race is all done, And yet here I sit, feeling overrun. Hope and dread mingled, I wrestle and stew— What now for us all? Where do we go through? But in comes a comfort, a small spark of light, A place I escape to each Sunday night. Fantasy football, my gridiron dream, Brings back a glimmer, a weekly routine. I draft, trade, and plan, setting my sights, With my roster lined up like heroes in tights. Touchdowns and tackles, a hopeful refrain, Lift me above the world’s heavy refrain. For a moment, I’m free of the daily grind, Lost in a league that’s entirely mine. In the field of my choosing, my spirit stands tall— An escape and reminder: there’s hope after all. Post-Election Blues and Fantasy Dreams The ballots are counted, the race is all done, And yet here I sit, feeling overrun. Hope and dread mingled, I wrestle and stew— What now for us all? Where do we go through? But in comes a comfort, a small spark of light, A place I escape to each Sunday night. Fantasy football, my gridiron dream, Brings back a glimmer, a weekly routine. I draft, trade, and plan, setting my sights, With my roster lined up like heroes in tights. Touchdowns and tackles, a hopeful refrain, Lift me above the world’s heavy refrain. For a moment, I’m free of the daily grind, Lost in a league that’s entirely mine. In the field of my choosing, my spirit stands tall— An escape and reminder: there’s hope after all.

LordPrettyKevo 14 days ago

Dude stfu lol

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idontmf 14 days ago

gosh you suck

greatgavin 14 days ago

please don’t get ejaculated again

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Greg1005 14 days ago

gimme 20 pls

CalebTheBaller04 14 days ago

Pls just get at least 25 🙏🙏

BigWes0814 14 days ago

All i need is 13 please pookie nacua 🥺🙏🙏

JdogFriendly 14 days ago

please just gimme 87

Albertwittawy 14 days ago

If he gets 60 points he isnt puka, he is pookie

JdogFriendly 14 days ago

All I need

stonyd 14 days ago

BENCH THIS BUM!!

LordPrettyKevo 14 days ago

Why is he blocking

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LordPrettyKevo 14 days ago

wtf

xXeXeeDx 14 days ago

This fucking guy

Shlub101 14 days ago

Throw him the fucking ball!

CalebTheBaller04 14 days ago

“Puca Nacua” (Verse 1) There’s a fire in the field, a flash in the night, Puca Nacua’s in the zone, holdin’ on tight, With hands like steel and a heart so bold, Every time he runs, the story unfolds. From his first snap to the final play, He’s a fighter on the turf, won’t fade away, Lightning on his feet, moves smooth as silk, Leaving the defense grasping air like milk. (Chorus) Puca Nacua, the crowd’s callin’ your name, You’re takin’ every yard, never playin’ the same, Breakin’ through the line, dancin’ past the pack, A flash on the field, ain’t no lookin’ back. (Verse 2) He’s got vision like a hawk, power like a train, Turns a short route into a runaway lane, In the end zone, he’s the one you’ll see, Bringing that fire, makin’ history. Coaches say he’s got a mind of steel, With the kind of will you can’t help but feel, He ain’t just playin’ — he’s carving his name, In the record books and the heart of the game. (Chorus) Puca Nacua, the crowd’s callin’ your name, You’re takin’ every yard, never playin’ the same, Breakin’ through the line, dancin’ past the pack, A flash on the field, ain’t no lookin’ back. (Bridge) Oh, when the game’s on the line, He’s right there, toein’ that line, Fearless, strong, every snap, every play, Puca Nacua lights up the day. (Chorus) Puca Nacua, the crowd’s callin’ your name, You’re takin’ every yard, never playin’ the same, Breakin’ through the line, dancin’ past the pack, A flash on the field, ain’t no lookin’ back. (Outro) From the roar of the crowd to the victory roar, He’s a legend, a fighter, forevermore. Puca Nacua, the name rings loud and true, On the field of green, he’s comin’ through.

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ebovee7 14 days ago

My little blocker

YoursTrulyCJ 14 days ago

just don’t do as bad as last week

MaoLedong 14 days ago

Stafford throw the fucking ball to him buddy is getting senile out there

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kurbyferby 14 days ago

Puca please

wizrdgrof 14 days ago

This guy came to this game strapped up, don’t wanna see him fumble

AJD2023 14 days ago

Should’ve known this bs would be a trap game

YoursTrulyCJ 14 days ago

do they just not wanna throw

NapTown13 14 days ago

Where Puky

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SleeperBot  •  17 hours ago

Puka Nacua goes for 117 yards in Week 12

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SleeperBot  •  22 hours ago

Puka Nacua - Leading receiver in SNF loss

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SleeperBot  •  3 days ago

@ NO 2024-12-01

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SleeperBot  •  8 days ago

Puka Nacua leads pass-catchers in Week 11 win

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SleeperBot  •  8 days ago

Puka Nacua - Season-high in receiving yardage

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SleeperBot  •  10 days ago

vs PHI 2024-11-24

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SleeperBot  •  13 days ago

Puka Nacua leads team in receiving Monday

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SleeperBot  •  13 days ago

Puka Nacua - Leads team with 14 targets