Our Papa

I feel like absolute shit today, but I thought I’d leave you with this because it cheered me up a bit.



Our Papa, who art a Bear,
hallowed be thy fame.
Thy championship come,
thy play to run,
at home as it is away.
Give us this day our Sunday win,
and forgive us our turnovers,
though we pounce on those who
turnover against us.

And lead us not into 4th and long,
but deliver us from Booger.
In the name of Ditka, Butkus,
and the holy Payton.
As it was in 1985, so shall it be in 2007.

2 thoughts on “Our Papa

  1. Dude sry to hear your sick. I hope you had a happy birthday. Also the bears got dominated last weekend if you hadn’t noticed.

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