Our gods, who reign over the gridiron,
Hallowed be your names, Fuß and Baal.
Your playbook come, your strategies be done,
On Earth as it is in the Alnitak System.
Give us this day our daily touchdowns,
And forgive us our fumbles,
As we forgive those who blitz against us.
Lead us not into turnovers,
But deliver us from pass interference.
For yours is the end zone, the power,
And the championship rings, forever and ever.
Amen, and Go Snworb!