Let Us Pray: O, Lord, we beseech Thee Not that You would intercede for us in the coming battle But that You would only allow us to do that which we are able To the best of our abilities; each of us a Honey Badger In attitude and play. And ball awareness. We do not ask for home field advantage--we already have it, Lord, Because we Own the Gators. Thus, The Swamp, for today only, Is Our House. Thank you anyway, Lord. We ask that our players, especially our O-Line, Not be allowed to drink of soporific waters As happened last week, you recall, O Lord. But rather, let us be filled with Waters of the Highest Energy Such as Five Hour Energy, Red Bull and others to Your liking. Of Divine Intercession, Lord, we ask only this: May the hemorrhoidal unguental balm of Muschamp Undergo Epic Fail By as early as the Second Quarter. Is that asking too much, Lord? Lord, we know that You are wearing the Purple and Gold Today, as during all Saturdays in The Season of the SEC Grant that CLM --"Lesticles" -- as he is sometimes known-- Be allowed to grow a pair of those very same gifts And may he apply their God-given aggression and ferociousness Especially as regards "The Playbook Of The O-Line" May CLM be today that Leader of Legend Who once smote Florida by his craftiness May another Puntus Fakuum be in his bag of tricks today. May our Prayer take Wing--as he scoots into the End Zone. We ask that You allow our opponents to play their best Knowing in Your mercy--and to cover the spread-- That It Shall Not Be Good Enough. May the bowels of our opponents be rent asunder Such that they may have two pathways to release their Daily Burden So let it be written So let it be done.
