Our Father who art in Fayetteville, football be thy name. The might tide fall. Thy hogs be called-- on earth as they are in heaven. Giving Richardson cramps, and letting Greg Childs catch touchdown passes, as Julio Jones drops passes against us. And let Mallet throw not interceptions, but deliver us from Saban. For with victory comes the kingdom, the power, and the glory forever and ever. LETS DO THIS! GO HOGS!
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