Our Tebow who art in Denver, hallowed be your game. Your rings will come, your will be done, on turf, grass and in heaven. Give us this week a win over the spread. And forgive us our hate, as we forgive those haters who hate against us. Lead us not into interceptions, but deliver us from turnovers. For the scrambles, the touchdowns and the glory are yours. Now and forever Amen.