Draft Week

It was the week of the draft and all through my day; I was doing nothing for which I receive pay.
Draft selection week was just enough to wet my tip; now my shaft is looking forward to take its own dip.
Injury reports, spreadsheets, and spring training games; all to get hammered and draft guys with cool names.
A bunch of grown dudes getting together and yelling out names; no doubt that shockers and reaches will take place on this day (just in case you missed it, the previous remark was gay)

Cole keeping 3 pitchers fucked everyone insane; then Wainright and Greinke made it a train.
Tod keeping 2 third sackers made that position thin; I pray to god I dont get stuck with A-Ram again.
Charles will no doubt go crazy when his new secret player is picked; look out secret player, Travis Hafner was once the muse for his dick.
Gerrad kept a team of all young men; never borrow his computer, you may be part of a federal investigation
Eric will no doubt reach for a Yank; new name won't help him, his team will always Tank
Cannon, 2 years 0 drafts, you should be ashamed; and while we're at, what the fuck is the meaning of your team name
Liv's draft day will again be bleak; because on draft day Jim Boeheim will be on vacation for the week

The more I type this the more lame it seems, so I will stop here because rhymes suck.