Fantasy sports gave us lifelong friendships, chronic anxiety, and a group chat we can never leave. League Roast started as a joke shipment to our league’s last-place finisher — now it’s the reason the rivalry never sleeps. Every blend is roasted to order and named after somebody’s worst decision: an auto-drafted defense, a rigged schedule, a championship nobody saw coming. We’re not here to make peace. We’re here to make sure the coffee’s better than your roster.