I pray to you, almighty God, please curse the Notre Dame football team with continuous losses until I leave this Earth. And, while you're at it, I pray to you to strike the squad with painful, pus-filled boils, with a pinch of leprosy. My heart is pure, and my request has nothing to do with the fact that the Fighting Irish beat my beloved Michigan Wolverines in Ann Arbor this afternoon. Thank you.
Your humble servant, Wyatt.
