Our Deuce, who art in limbo,Hallowed be thy knees.
Thy first carry come.
Thy first down be done.
On turf as it is in Heaven.
Give us this day our daily Deuce.
And forgive us our coaches,
as we forgive those who know not your signature down nor distance.
And lead us not into closed holes along the line of scrimmage,
but deliver us from third and one. Amen.
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