Hallowed be thy Name.
Thy Kingdom come.
Mack’s will be done,
in Dallas as it is in Heaven.
Give Texas this day our third consecutive win.
And forgive us our criminal trespasses,
As we forgive Kansas St that trespassed against us.
And lead us not into the Alamo Bowl;
But deliver us from Bob Stoops.
For thine is the Cotton Bowl, the corndogs, and Big Tex.
For ever and ever.
Amen.
Miracles do happen, right?
Get pumped up!
Get crunk!
3 comments:
We did a little rain dance, maybe it'll help -- intermingling faiths, and all.
Dammit! Do you know what you've done?!?!
Rain dance?!? Native Americans?!? Oklahoma?!?
You just nullified my prayer!
...it was Andie...
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