I so foolishly stuck with you, through thick and through thin.

Your worthlessness each week, quite quickly grew old

Your inability to produce, was a sight to behold.

With hands like a lineman and feet full of lead,

For fantasy purposes, to me you were dead.

The waivers, however, were mercilessly stripped,

So, into the Championship, with you I did limp.

But, alas, what is this, on the scoreboard I see?

Is it true, in the Ship, you have come through for me?

Indeed, you've allowed me to have the last laugh.

So, thank you, Merry Christmas....and 3 words: Do Not Draft