Hot Takes
crsurader• 19 d ago
You bum! I give you a flex spot and this is what you give me!!!
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1MilesGJ• 16 d ago
From the plains of South Dakota where the cold winds roll,
Came a tight end built from heart and soul.
Tucker Kraft — the name, the grind,
A Green Bay spark you couldn’t confine.
He lined up right in LaFleur’s plan,
A safety valve, a fearless man.
Jordan Love would drop and throw,
And Tucker made that pocket glow.
Through the seams he cut with grace,
Linebackers lost, he owned that space.
Hands like glue, and power too —
Fantasy dreams were coming true.
Week 8 came — six for one-twenty-four,
A touchdown more, the fans would roar.
The next Kittle? Maybe so,
Or McBride with that midwest glow.
Fantasy teams were calling his name,
“Kraft’s gonna carry — he’s changing the game!”
No bench, no doubt, he earned that start,
A tight end rising, pure and smart.
But football’s cruel, and fates don’t wait,
A twisted knee would seal his fate.
On his birthday, no less — a silent crowd,
The season ended, hearts unbowed.
Still they whispered through the cold Lambeau night,
“He’ll be back — that kid can fight.”
’Cause legends aren’t built in a single fall,
They rise again and answer the call.
And someday soon when he takes that field,
The scar will shine, the wound will heal.
Tucker Kraft — remember the name,
The man who carried the fantasy flame.
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1samm627• 19 d ago
This dude blows major chunks
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