Dear, tiny, 8lb 6oz baby football Jesus, wrapped up in your tiny Mean Green football poncho protected by your rain proof North Texas hat, laying there in your manger, so sweet and tender, so wrathful, forgiving and merciful. Thank you for allowing us to play good last week so we could win us a ball game. I didn't get made fun of all week. But I come to you once again, provide for this Mean Green family in our hour of need.. Help us play good so that we may fill our hungry bellies with one more satisfying win, so that we may accomplish something not done since the great flood.. a two and oh start to the young, infant season. And so I won't get made fun of at work. I have faith in you once again dear tiny, precious, baby football Jesus.., with all your magical baby football Jesus powers. I'll never ask for anything ever again, until I ask for another win. And if it isn't to much more to ask.. could you stop the rain, just for this one Saturday, I'll even settle for an early morning sprinkle so long as it's dry by kickoff, just so there are more people to witness your power and your glory, Amen.