Our Ted, who art at Wrigley
Hallowed be thy game.
Thy strikeouts come, thy will be done
On the mound, as it is in K-zone.
Give us this day, our daily win
And forgive us our BCB flaming
As we forgive those who flame against us.
And lead us not into the cellar
But rather into the playoffs.
For thine is the destiny of the division title,
the NL Pennant, and World Series glory,
Now and forever...
Amen (and Awomen)