Please bow your heads and pray:

Our Coach, who art in waiting,

Hallowed be thy Name.

Thy dynasty come.

Thy will be done,

On turf as it is in paper.

Give us this day, our daily spread.

And forgive us our poor passes,

As we forgive those who pass against us.

And lead us not into stagnatation,

But deliver us from Tebow.

[For thine is the dynasty,

and the power, and the glory,

for ever and ever.]

Amen.