Take Me Out To the Ballgame, Mister Cub

Mr. Cub, take me out to the ballgame! A Chicago Cubs-Fan Prayer! In nomine patri et fili spiritu of Ron Santo Let us all give thanks for Ernie Banks! Let us play, TWO! Our Father, who art in Wrigley Field Hallowed be thy name on those ivy covered Brick-house walls Thy new stadium will come, the owners will be done On earth, as it is in heaven to sit in the sun with the bleacher-bums Give us this day our daily dread, but remove those lights that some say offend And forgive us our trespasses for trading our best hitters and aces As we forgive those same players who then come back, and rub it in our faces Lead us not, into tenth inning disgraces, and worst of all, with men left on bases Deliver us from evil and finishing in last place And Caray us on to win the pennant race All's we're ask ‘in for is a couple a more runs with three men on base Bring us oh Lord a world series trophy, or it won't be long before were all dopey! Our faith be rich, but our pockets are poor, because most of us can't afford a dog or a couple a beers in here! Our spirit lives on and we know no fear, so whaddya say we lose the, "wait till next year"! Mr. Cub is rounding third and headed for home, one more time on this hallowed ground, but we still need a closer for a Cubs World Series win! Ronny made the call to one of their friends, "send in the saver, Ernie can't do it all"! Now the "LORD's" in the line-up, and Mr. Cub just handed him the ball! Let us all give thanks for Ernie Banks! AMEN!