Waterboy

It’s been 172 days.
24 painfully snackless Sundays.
172 days where you didn’t yell at your QB through a screen.
172 days pretending pickleball was competitive.

That ends now.

This cap isn’t just stitched with thread—it’s juiced with full-blown fantasy energy. You know, the kind that powers an 11th-round tight end to drop 30 points just because you believed.

Green like game day grass. Orange like whatever mystery juice they chug on the sidelines. One lightning bolt up top to remind everyone—you came to dominate. This is pre-workout for your ego. Throw it on and suddenly you’re deep into fantasy trades, screaming sleeper picks like it’s your full-time job.

Hydrate later. It’s game time.
HIKE!