vs PHI 2024-11-24
Dear Kyren Williams, the Rams’ Resplendent Rocket, How does one begin a love letter to such a legend? To a man whose feet seem to dance with the grace of a gazelle, whose hands cradle the football as tenderly as a newborn, and whose presence on the field has brought a level of joy to my Sundays that rivals the first sip of coffee on a Monday morning. I am but a humble admirer, but I must speak my truth, lest my heart explode like a blitzed quarterback’s pocket. Kyren, you are a symphony in shoulder pads. Each time you take the ball, I am transported to another dimension, where defenders are mere obstacles in the glorious tapestry of your highlight reel. Your jukes? Poetry in motion. Your cuts? Sharper than my mom’s Thanksgiving carving knife. And your touchdowns? Pure, unadulterated bliss. The Rams’ offense doesn’t run through you; it soars. When the commentators chant your name, it’s as though Cupid himself has loosed an arrow straight into my heart. Kyren. Williams. It’s a name that belongs in the rafters, in history books, and, dare I say, in the stars. I want to write sonnets about your agility, haikus about your speed, and an entire epic novel about that one time you broke three tackles and still hit the end zone like it owed you money. You are more than just a running back, Kyren. You’re an icon, a muse, a metaphorical lighthouse guiding my fantasy football team through the murky seas of mediocrity. Without you, my roster would be lost, adrift in the doldrums of despair. My opponents tremble at the mere sight of your name, and I can’t blame them. For when you play, you don’t just run the ball—you run my life, my emotions, and my ability to talk about anything else at work on Mondays. If love is a game of inches, Kyren, then you’ve already gained the first down of my heart. And let me tell you, my affection for you is as unyielding as Aaron Donald in the trenches. Should you ever find yourself doubting your greatness (though I can’t imagine why), know that I, a devoted Rams fan, will always be here, ready to sing your praises to anyone who will listen—and even to those who won’t. So, Kyren Williams, thank you for being the human embodiment of football perfection. Thank you for the spin moves, the stiff arms, and the speed that makes defenders look like they’re running through molasses. And thank you, most of all, for making the Rams’ backfield a place of hope, glory, and occasional touchdown dances. Yours forever (or until the offseason, but let’s not think about that), An Admiring Fan
Dude gonna get 10 carries now
YOU CANT REVIEW AFTER A PLAY EVEN IF THE FLAG WAS DOWN
Just give me 15
REFS ALREADY WANT PHILLY TO WIN
Even when i win, i lose(eagles fan with kyren starting)
It was a fumble
This dude sucks
Imma need 45 from you big man
Hey pookie, I’m currently going against you. I would love for you to get -40 points this game. If you get my opponent -40 points I will be forever not be in your debt but instead blacking for this Wednesday for blackout Wednesday. Thanks Your pookie (not really)