“Lazarus, come out!” it was written.
What was not, was that Laz, a landscaper by trade, cherished the smell of freshly scythed Bermuda-Rye. It reminded him of the glory that is God, and College Football.
Children of SFN, behold!
You prodigal sons that have returned for prophecy and proselytize, on the 2017 Wolfpack, shall not find it here. I cannot help you.
You have studied the scriptured statistics. You are versed in strength and weakness of this Pack. There is no usefulness in sermons of repetition of those things you already know.
Yet, we may find hope in prayer. Pray that our boys, in cloth of Red and White, have cast aside the demon of doubt. Pray that they have found the power of faith in each other. For it is belief, itself, which removes the final obstacle to reach the kingdom.
Those of you who hold the Canon of Las Vegas near, know this: -5 and -220, for the righteous, on Saturday.
My mammon shall be placed on the noble.
Now go. Go spread the word.
In the name of the tackle, the first down and the holy field goal.