A Hymn of Hims

By Office of the Commissioner, Editor-in-Chief

Week 10 Newsletter

This week, we bring you the below hymn.

A Hymn of Hims

(Verse 1)

In the fantasy arena, where teams and points collide,

Room 40 🥜 (8-2) stands tall, with strategies to guide.

Zane’s (7-3) QB struggle, four fallen in the fray,

RAMBO🖕 (7-3) resilient, on his fantasy way.

The Terrordome (6-4) solid, yet challenges they face,

While Crypto’s (5-5) prowess leaves opponents in a daze.

We-fense (5-5) and C- (5-5), a dance of points so sweet,

Highly Favored (5-5), the winningest team and hard to beat.

(Chorus)

Oh, Hymn of Hims, the tales we sing,

Of triumph, heartbreak, and everything.

From Brockvember (4-6) to the Agency’s (4-6) display,

In this fantasy world, where rivalries sway.

(Verse 2)

The Show (4-6) charging, Zuggernauts (4-6) on the grind,

With Moneyball’s (4-6) trade, he almost resigned.

Despite player pickups, a lack of progress,

As the Florida Men (2-8) are a group in distress. 

Collin’s adoption saga, a whimsical delight,

John, Zane, and Aaron, agreed on the right.

Connor’s close call, by .06 he won,

A victory etched in history, second to none.

(Chorus)

Oh, Hymn of Hims, the tales we sing,

Of triumph, heartbreak, and everything.

From Andrew’s vows and Spencer’s twin cheer,

To Connor’s new son, soon to endear.

(Verse 3)

New dads in the league, a joyous celebration,

Life events aplenty, in this congregation.

Collin, Andew, Chris, husbands recently wed,

Trey, Jordan, Sam and Matt, fathers recently bred.

Ryan’s historic struggle, most points against he spats,

Zane, the league’s artist, clanging in the chats.

Travis, the mute, silent with grace,

Trey, the jester, in this fantasy space.

(Bridge)

Amidst the Hims, the Brackoff unfolds,

Six warriors clash, tales of glory untold.

Top four advance, in this epic duel,

A battle of brawn, for the fantasy jewel.

(Chorus)

Oh, Hymn of Hims, the tales we sing,

Of triumph, heartbreak, and everything.

Through fantasy highs and lows, we stand,

United by Hims, with our friendship grand.

(Outro)

And in the Toilet Bowl, where fates are cast,

The loser must run, a half marathon vast.

And on that morn, it’s unfortunate to say,

That fantasy will end until Pre-Cum Day.

Thank you,

Office of the Commissioner