Our Father, who art in Lawrence,
Hallowed be thy Game.
Thy tourney come,
Thy championship will be done,
In Atlanta as it is in Allen Field House.
Give us this day our deserved victories.
And forgive us our turnovers,
As we forgive Roy who double-crossed against us.
And lead us not into defeat,
But deliver us from East Coast bias,
For Kansas is the basketball kingdom,
And the tradition,
And the glory,
For ever and ever.
Amen.
2 comments:
Glory be,
and may we have no Hail Mary's.
As it was in the beginning may it also be in the Final Four.
Forever and ever
Amen.
Aunt sherry
So where did we go wrong?
Drat.
Aunt Sherry
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