I pray a freakin lot and then I go to confession after the game. The preist is already scared of me so when the Saints lose he tries to hide in the back but I always go around and let myself in and say. "father I've got to confess alot of , now take my damn confession before I say or do some other nasty crap". He gives me some wine and after about a bottle and a half I give my confession and it usually goes like this, "blessssss meeeeee farther for I've sinnnnnned". I cused 1415 tiiiiiiiiimes tody and hey I said tody, you got anything else to drink? sorrryyyy farther I chokd my wiffe and kiced the dawg and he says, "say 100 Hail Mary's" and I say tat's wat the freakin Saints sholbve don and then I wak up at home.

Well that's really how it goes and I love my wife and Dogs all three of them. I'm already prayin and it ain't even Sunday yet. I think I need to take the St. Christoper off and put my fathers rosary on and carry my own around with me until we win tomorrow.