Thanks to Tara for sending this my way. It's completely sacrilegious, but also hilarious. Sorry if it offends.Our Brother, who doth rule thy Dome, hallowed be thine aim,
Thy Bowl doth come, Thy will be done, in Miami as it is in Canton.
Give us this day, our 20-point lead,
And forgive us our doubts as we forgive those that crumble before us.
Lead us not into third-and-longs, and deliver us from goal-line stands,
For thine is the arm, the aim and the pocket presence.
For ever and ever.
Amen, indeed. Geaux Saints!