(A prayer for tonight, zipping around various internet sources this afternoon…)
Our Bevo, who art in pasture,
Hallowed be Thy horns.
Thy University come,
Thy will be done, on the field as it is in Austin.
Give us this day, our daily hook ’em,
And forgive us for nearly losing to Nebraska
as we forgive the voters for not giving Colt a Heisman.
Lead us not into Norman,
and deliver us from Aggie-land.
For thine is the victory, the championship, and the glory forever.