DFD 2026

Well, hello everyone, it’s about that time.

For us to pour ourselves a drink and hear a little rhyme.

Where we all eagerly gather, from oh so far and near.

All rejoicing in the fact that March Madness is finally here.

Before my rhyming skills make you all jealous. 

I would like us all to raise our glasses to the sweet Dickie Nellis.

Loss can be devastating, causing heartache and crying.

As we sympathize and empathize for our beloved Katie and Ryan.

It’s difficult to fathom the void you both feel.

But please rest assured, your DFD family will help you heal.

Laughter is our motto, but for you both, we send our love.

Solace in the fact that Jungle Cat is smiling down on you both from above.

An angel by your side as you enter each pick.

Looking for any sign, that might just be the trick.

Judgement may be iffy, keep in mind he liked the Jets.

Knowing all of his heartache, I cheer on the Mets.

To Dicky Nellis, truly one of a kind.

Through all of this madness, forever on our minds.

Now put the tissues down, and let me set the tourney scene.

Make yourself nice and cozy, also the opening line for Jeffrey Epstein.

This tourney is shaping up to be a wild ride.

Who will be the champ to come out the other side?

This year seems very top-heavy, or so it seems.

Don’t be so predictable, Cinderella will crush your dreams.

Buzzer beaters and upsets, your bracket no longer looking nice.

Deport it to the trash, if you need some help just call ICE.

We may have just lost some readers; your departure is sad to see.

I hope you stuck around though, everyone still gets a trophy.

Let’s not get our tighty whities in a bunch, stop your doom and gloom.

If you still can’t relax, Trump will make you ballroom.

I’m ducking all the dirty looks, easy because I’m half a man.

If you feel I’m bombing, change my nickname to Iran.

Streaming prices soaring, AI is taking over.

Do we have a choice? Nope…kindly please bend over.

National Grid is corrupt, nothing but liars and a cheat.

Being bald is rough when you can’t afford your heat.

The madness is everywhere, but we want it on the court.

Build a perfect bracket, like a child does a fort.

Figure out your moves; strategy is key.

Will you be so ballsy, a 14 over a 3?

Duke is once again thriving, as are the Wolverines.

Eyes are on the prize, chasing childhood dreams.

The Gators are chomping loudly, as is Michigan St. Sparty.

UCONN is limping a bit, like it just left a P Diddy party.

The wildcats of Arizona, might be head of the class.

Upsets thin the field, like Ozempic to Oprah’s ass. 

Do you have the nerve, a contrarian mind-frame?

Or are you a skirt, picking a favorite every game?

Shuffle up the decks and polish up the dice.

“That’s a TRAVEL!” We may hear Steve, say once or twice.

Pitch will be played, someone remind Doug it’s his turn.

Winning is not given; it surely must be earned.

DFD is an experience, a time to be fun and social.

We may get a little crazy, but not as bad as Kathy Hochul.

Bail reforms rolling back, debit cards for those in need.

Taxes have skyrocketed to assist in all her greed.

It’s always fun to work so hard only to be taxed to death.

Especially by an anorexic devil that looks like she smokes meth.

I gladly would drive to the capital, to light into her ass.

But sadly I’ll stay at home, I can’t afford the gas.

Instead, I’ll park it at a bar and cheers to DFD friends.

Enjoy this wonderful time of year; in 3 quick weeks, it all ends.

The Madness is approaching; you can feel it in the air.

Wishes will be granted, unlike me and a head of hair.

One will hold the trophy, and one DFD glory.

Who will be the champ, writing their own story?

As we exit the longest winter ever, escaping the bitter cold.

Cherish these good times, making memories to forever hold.

DFD is a blessing, uniting us far and wide.

Sit back and buckle up, it’s going to be a ride.

Study and do some prayer with each and every pick. 

Welcome, everyone, to DFD Twenty-Twenty-Six.