This has nothing to do with fantasy football.

Don’t you love those days when the sun is shining, your candidate won, the boss bought lunch, and your hair looks great?

Then there are days when the sun is shining (it shouldn’t be 80 in November) your candidate won (you’re completely spent for staying up til 3 when nothing was decided til morning) your boss bought lunch (you forgot Mexican food makes you feel wretched) and your hair looks great (well, i just have good hair).

You find yourself rocking in the fetal position-figuratively speaking, of course. I wouldn’t want to mess up the hair.

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