2010 Bleacher Report: Twas the Night Before Christmas

Twas the night before Christmas and all through Bleacher Report!

Fantasy managers were crying about all their teams warts

Although we started with optimism, one thing was clear,

Our teams were all done for the year.

As for me I started all smug with my draft

With visions of championships, I just had to laugh

As the weeks went by and my team hit the skids

I now have some time for the wife and the kids

When on the message board there arose such a clatter

The winning coach had started to chatter

Away from my monitor I flew like a flash

I couldn't stand reading any more of that trash

The screen at my desk still was aglow

Calling me closer to read the comments below

When what to my wondering eyes should appear?

But an article discussing sleepers for next year.

I looked at the headline and my mouse I did click

I knew in a moment this would do the trick

As to my draft order, the answers they came

And I whistled and shouted and called them by name

Now Manning, now Brady, and Arian Foster,

Now Chris Johnson, Dwayne Bowe, and now Aaron Rodgers.

To the top of my list I tacked on the wall

Now draft away, draft away, draft away all!

I worked on my list for an hour and a half

Until I realized there were still eight months till the draft

So I put down my notes and logged off the computer

And I noticed just then, my kids had grown cuter.

As I looked in their faces, it taught me a lesson

And reminded me to go and buy Christmas presents

For my daughter I picked out a Barbie with pride

For my son, a Bleacher Report Fantasy guide.

As we sat down to eat our Christmas Eve dinner,

I said to my wife, "Have you gotten thinner?"

And to all of my fantasy friends on this site,

Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night.