Fantasy Football Party With Anthony Maggio & Bo Mitchell

Darkness falls across the land The midnight hour is close at hand (Narrator: Midnight? Maybe try shorter shows for a change.) Creatures crawl in search of blood To terrorize y’all’s neighborhood (Especially if your Halloween handout is devoid of Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups, 100 Grand bars, or blue Tootsie Rolls.) And whosoever shall be found Without the soul for getting down (Not to be confused with Beowulf Minshew Jr. the Third or Philip Rivers, both of whom have outstanding mustaches and clearly possess the soul for getting down.) Must stand and face the hounds of hell And rot inside a corpse’s shell (Speaking of Joe Flacco, should you actually consider picking up Brandon Allen or Ryan Finley?) The foulest stench is in the air The funk of forty thousand years (That’s 400 centuries of fantasy football wisdom, brought down from the mountains by Bo who tells us: know your league’s trade deadline) And grizzly ghouls from every tomb Are closing in to share your doom (No, it’s just Sam Darnold; he’s in town t