1407graymalkin: (gossip girl)
( Feb. 28th, 2008 11:36 am)
[livejournal.com profile] devilc clearly last summers "First Church of FNL" unscrewed something in my brain. I just drew parrallels to High School Musical to the story of Moses.

You know, I think the level of crazy rises the less FNL is on the air....
Dillon said to Coach Taylor: there's gonna be a gamey, gamey

Dillon said to Coach Taylor: there's gonna be a gamey, gamey

Get those Panthers into Statey, Statey, Panthers of Dillon

So, practice and practice, and give Dillon the glory, glory

and [personal profile] devilc one-ups-me-again:

Hail Tami, full of Coach, Tim is NOT the father,
Blessed art thou amongst football widows,
And blessed is the fruit of they womb, EricReallyWantsABoy,
Patient Tami, mother of Julie,
Pray for us Coaches, now
and at the hour of our Roasts,
Creed v.3 created by [personal profile] devilc:

We believe in the OT3, the 2 point conversion, the great escape, the unborn Taylor, the marriage of Coach and Tami, girls packing heat, SmashMomma's credit rating, the anti-homecoming, sobber-knocking the other team's linebacker, 22 boys and a pigskin, muddy cow pastures, clear eyes, full hearts, not losing, and going to State. For Ours is the 6, the 7, the 20 and the 33. Texas Forever, Crucifictorius, Season Two, let's touch God this time, Amen.

Our idol is The Holy Mother Tami and we shall celebrate the birth of the baby Taylor.

Edit: And the Head Coach prayer by [personal profile] 1407graymalkin:

    Our Coach Taylor, who art in Dillon,
    Hallowed be thy Name.
    Thy State Championship come.
    Thy playbook be done,
    in practice as it is in State.
    Give us this day our daily playbook.
    And forgive us our incomplete passes,
    As we forgive those who incomplete pass to us.
    And lead us not into a losing streak;
    But deliver us from Buddy Garrity:
    For thine is the town, The players, and the glory,
    Texas Forever. Amen.

and [personal profile] devilc one-ups-me with:

The 23rd Psalm

Coach Taylor is my shepherd; I shall not want.
He maketh me to touchdown in cow pastures.
He leadeth me beside the powderpuff game.
He restoreth my 18 option pass.
He leadeth me in the paths of State Championships for his contract's sake.

Yea, though I walk through the the Valley of the Shadow of Gatling,
I will fear no redneck sherrifs, for thou art with me.
Thy whistle and thy barked commands, they motivate me.
Thou preparest a gameplan in the presence of thine unwanted houseguests.
We annointest thy head with Gatorade, thy cup runneth over.

Surely Clear Eyes and Full Hearts will follow me all the days of my life,
and I shall have my number retired, forever.



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