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Lord of the Idiots
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Our Rodgers
Our Rodgers, Who art unfortunately in Lambeau, Hallowed be thine injured shoulder. Thy bowl will never come, It will never be won. In New York now as it is in Lambeau. And give us this Sunday, Our weekly loss. And give us many touchdown passes. But do not bring a win to us. Lead us not into buyers remorse, But deliver us to a wild card game at best. For thine is an average player, the second best of the NFC North, and the sad glory of the Cheeseheads, now and for at least maybe next week if you can play. Surely you jest. Amen.
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