Our unmerciful Dark Lord, on whose gilded platter lies the deep fried souls of your opposition, we face an opponent today who has wronged us greatly.  However, we know that though their spirit is week, many of their warriors are still strong.  Protect us from hubris, and make our will to win greater than ever.  Make the hatred of the Vile One flow through the veins of our soldiers, and cause this to be expressed physically, relative to their destruction of their foes, and make the Vile One cry as if all the funnel cakes of the world were no more.

May all that your Grand Army does be Aight in Your sight.

Great Saban, Dark Lord of the Hashmarks and Supreme Commander of the Grand Army of the Sabanic Empire, we know that your heart has no room for compassion.  We know that the whole of your being is consumed with rage relative to the mindset needed to feast on the very will of your enemies.  But Great Saban, a man has fallen from on high this day.  The Mighty Guru, who knows not a razor, finds himself outcast from the Eastern Wastelands.  Never again shall he know the joy of a merry hayride; never again shall his Charmin double ply ever feel so soft as when he tossed it high in the air; never again shall he sleep comfortably on top of his desk for days at a time.  We ask not for your mercy for this man, for we know you have none.  But we invoke you, Dark Lord, if it be your will, that you bring no greater pestilence upon this man, as we know you can, and as we know you planned to do.  Save your great wrath for another foe, and tread lightly on his Guru Without a Mountain with your mighty shoe.

May all we do be Aight in your sight.

Great Saban, in whose powerful aura the dreams of our opponents fall lifeless to the dirt, bring us victory today as you have done so many times before.  Help your Army to remember those things which they did relative to being successful in the past, and help them to do those things again.  May you also remind them of the things they did when they were not successful, and draw down upon them with great fury if they do those things again.  However, we know the road that lies before us is not easy, and some of your followers may falter.  Discipline them with great ire, and destroy their poor-me attitudes with your wrathful hand.  Help us to act like Champions in all that we do.

May your Army be strong, and may everything they do be Aight in your sight.

Mighty and unmerciful Saban, the day of battle is upon us.  Your loyal followers ready themselves to annoint themselves with the cheapest of Kentucky Sour Mash, and the barbecuest of pork rinds.  We know that the battle before us is fraught with many hardships.  We know that our troops do battle on unfriendly ground.  We know the prowess of the foes that guard that doorstep.  We shall stand with you until the last horn sounds, oh Dark Lord of the Gridiron, destroyer of hopes and devourer of dreams.  May your Army be strong, and may all they do be Aight in your sight.