Those of you that know me, know I like the Red Sox. And this past week it was brutal cheering for them. So to honor America’s pastime here's your week 5 recap.
The outlook wasn't pretty for the Golden One that day; the score stood 90 to 81, with a Monday night game to play. When Lacy choked in Seattle and Marshall, did the same, a sickly silence fell upon the bar that cold October day. A straggling few got up to go in great despair. And Fantasy football score cards were lying everywhere. He thought, if only Stefon Diggs could but get a score After all Minnesota is at Chicago, need I say any more? But Sam Bradford had been injured, so will the call go out? To the backup Case Keenum, My oh my watch out. So upon that stricken manager grim melancholy sat, for there seemed but little chance of Digg's getting 10 points after that. Then from fifty thousand throats and more there rose a lusty yell; it rumbled through the stadium, it rattled the stands as well; With Zeros on the scoreboard, and cheerleaders on the field, the Bears and Vikings were coming on the field. There was ease in Diggs's manner as he stepped onto the field; there was pride in Diggs's bearing and 14 on Diggs's back. And when, responding to the cheers, he lightly waved his hand, no stranger in the crowd could doubt 'that was Diggs's a talking smack Ten thousand eyes were on him as he sprinted out that day; five thousand tongues applauded when he went in motion on a play. Then while the quarterback Sam Bradford was handing off the ball, hope gleamed in Diggs's eye, “First down” the Referee called. And now the pigskin-covered sphere came hurtling through the air, and Diggs was running a post route his head a turning stared The wide receiver reached for the ball and landed with much flair But alas it wobbled on the ground, shaking his head in disgust and despair . From the stadium full of people, there went up a muffled roar, like the beating of the storm-waves on a stern and distant shore. "Kill him! Kill the Ref!" shouted someone in the stands; "He was held!" they cried and yelling filled the stands. He signaled to the quarterback, and once more the football flew; but Diggs couldn't reach it, and the Referee Shouted: "Forth and two." "Fraud!" cried the maddened fans, and echo answered fraud; but one scornful look from Diggs and the audience was awed. And now the quarterback hikes the ball, and now he lets it fly, and now the manager says, "I think I'm gonna cry." Oh, somewhere in this favored land the sun is shining bright; the band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light, and somewhere men are laughing, and somewhere drinks are out; but there is no joy for Golden-One — For now he's 1 and 4, it's lights out. Final Score Kiss my Heisman 90, Golden One 81 Congrats to the winners, and to the losers let's keep plugging. ;-( Special thanks to "Casey at the Bat" a baseball poem written in 1888 by Ernest Thayer.
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