Dearest Angel of Victory,

Today we look to the heavens in pursuit of your gaze. Not only to admire your beauty and grace like always Dear Angel, but also to ask for your strength as we embark on a glorious journey… against a very hungry Purdue team.

Please keep both teams safe from harm. Please help both teams play their best. May your wisdom guide our minds. May your love guide our hearts. May you please tell coach not to run it up the gut on 4th and 2 again. If we’re gonna go for it, fine, but let’s at least do something half-unexpected. A tight-end dump or a nice little shovel pass. Maybe even a quick slant. If we’re just gonna jam it up the middle, let’s just punt. We’d much rather flip the field than get stuck in our own territory. We praise You in advance for this tremendous gift, Sweet Angel of Triumph, your generosity is astounding.

And just to cover off, we come to you with the assumption that you’ll also be with us during halftime, stretching, drills, and all the in-between stuff, too. Please no flukes, Mother Victory. I’m sure it’s covered, you’re the Best, just wanted to call that out. Last few seasons it’s been a little unclear. We take your Glory seriously and can’t afford to lose Your favor on a technicality. Not today. Not to Purdue. If we go into Ann Arbor next week with a loss, those pigs will eat us shorts-first and the next thing you know we’re dialing you back up in late-December asking for a half-hearted Hawaii bowl blessing. And nobody wants that that, Sweet Lady. Instead, we beg you to fill us with your incomparable strength for 60 minutes of gritty, hard-nosed, relentless Irish football.

Again, we’re humbled by Your magnificence.  Your mercy consumes us. We’re decrepit without You. Absolutely no turnovers today.

Reader:
Angel of Victory

Response:
Pray for us!

All:
Amen.