Blessed art thou among fleur-de-lis and blessed is the soul of thy team, the New Orleans Saints.
Holy ‘Stache, Patron Saint of Who Dat Mustachios,
Pray for us fans now and at the hour of our kickoff.
You have bestowed cool Brees upon on us and delivered us from the perils of burnt toast.
In this, our year of the Lombardi, give us strength, oh ‘Stache.
Give us strength in battle.
Protect us against cat and bird, cowgirl and indian, pirate and patriot.
As we place Thy sacred hair upon these fleur-de-lips,
We honor those Black & Gold follicles that have come before us:
St. Archie, pray for us. Dome Patrol, defend us.
As we beseech thee for the Sunday warmth of a Miami Beach in February,
We dare to repeat the mutterings of a Doubting Mora …
We honor those Black & Gold follicles that have come before us:
St. Archie, pray for us. Dome Patrol, defend us.
As we beseech thee for the Sunday warmth of a Miami Beach in February,
We dare to repeat the mutterings of a Doubting Mora …
Playoffs. Playoffs. Playoffs.
Amen.
Amen.
To be recited outside Gate A, Sacredome. Saturday, August 22. 4 - 4:30 p.m.
Adapted from Mother Mary's 2008 prayer.
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