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

BryceEchrb 2 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 2 days ago

Dude stfu lol

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idontmf 2 days ago

gosh you suck

greatgavin 2 days ago

please don’t get ejaculated again

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Greg1005 2 days ago

gimme 20 pls

CalebTheBaller04 2 days ago

Pls just get at least 25 🙏🙏

BigWes0814 2 days ago

All i need is 13 please pookie nacua 🥺🙏🙏

JdogFriendly 2 days ago

please just gimme 87

Albertwittawy 2 days ago

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

JdogFriendly 2 days ago

All I need

stonyd 2 days ago

BENCH THIS BUM!!

LordPrettyKevo 2 days ago

Why is he blocking

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LordPrettyKevo 2 days ago

wtf

xXeXeeDx 2 days ago

This fucking guy

Shlub101 2 days ago

Throw him the fucking ball!

CalebTheBaller04 2 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 2 days ago

My little blocker

YoursTrulyCJ 2 days ago

just don’t do as bad as last week

MaoLedong 2 days ago

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

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kurbyferby 2 days ago

Puca please

wizrdgrof 2 days ago

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

AJD2023 2 days ago

Should’ve known this bs would be a trap game

YoursTrulyCJ 2 days ago

do they just not wanna throw

NapTown13 2 days ago

Where Puky

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SleeperBot  •  2 days ago

Puka Nacua leads team in receiving Monday

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SleeperBot  •  2 days ago

Puka Nacua - Leads team with 14 targets

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SleeperBot  •  5 days ago

@ NE 2024-11-17

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SleeperBot  •  10 days ago

Puka Nacua catches one pass, gets ejected Sunday

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SleeperBot  •  10 days ago

Puka Nacua - Ejected for throwing punch

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SleeperBot  •  11 days ago

Puka Nacua (knee) active for Week 9

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SleeperBot  •  11 days ago

Puka Nacua - Suiting up in Week 9

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SleeperBot  •  11 days ago

Puka Nacua: Rams expect star WR to 'try to play' Week 9