@ NYG 2024-12-15

Feed the king today

Oh Derrick Henry, titan of the backfield, anointed by fate’s own hand, The weight of my fantasy league rests upon your mighty shoulders. Last week, the Giants’ field was a treacherous mire, and your light was dimmed— But lo, the dawn of redemption rises, and the Steelers await. Can you not feel the urgency, the pulse of expectation in every fan’s heart? Your name echoes through the halls of my lineup, whispered in prayer and shouted in faith. For against Pittsburgh’s steel curtain, you must forge your path anew, A battering ram of destiny, a force too relentless to be denied. Last week’s woes are but shadows of the past, fleeting as mist upon the morning. This week, the field is yours to conquer, to reclaim your crown as the arbiter of yards. Do you not remember the glory of games past, when your steps left trenches in the earth? Do you not long to thunder once more, to leave defenders strewn like autumn’s leaves? The stakes are higher now, for this is not merely a game but a battle of pride and place. The Ravens soar on wings of resolve, but their flight depends on your stride. Break through the Steelers’ line like a tempest unleashed, Turn their stronghold into rubble, their resolve into whispers of despair. Oh, Derrick, you are not merely a player—you are my champion, my harbinger of hope. My fantasy league demands your triumph, your return to form, your gallant charge. Each yard you gain is a verse in the song of redemption, each touchdown a chorus of vindication. Let your hands grasp the ball as if it were the very essence of glory. Steelers’ defenders shall brace themselves, but they know not the fury that approaches. Your legs, carved from the mountains themselves, will carry you past their feeble grasp. Your arms, like thunderbolts, will cast aside their futile attempts. Oh, let them try, and let them falter—for you, Derrick Henry, are inevitable. And in the aftermath, when the clock strikes zero and the scoreboard sings your praise, Know that your deeds will ripple through the realm of fantasy football. Victory shall be ours, for you shall not merely run but soar, a raven’s flight to destiny. So rise, Derrick Henry, rise and remind the world of your greatness. For my team, for the Ravens, for yourself—this is your time to shine.

35 bomb incoming

I’m counting on you to make up for Nico Collin’s

👑 ⏰👑⏰👑⏰

Big game big game big game

Big slimer overdue for a 87 yard tuddy

No turning back boys, let’s hope the game script is feed the beast

i need a 30 bomb or his cheeks back out no inbetween

Lets go king. I traded for you at the trade deadline for a reason. Time to set it off for me. Goodluck guys