"Dear 8 pound, six ounce, newborn infant Jesus, , so cuddly, but still omnipotent"...please be with Lebanon Yellowjackets as they travel down Interstate 44 to (we pray) hang a memorable loss on the Webb City Cardinals. "Dear Tiny Jesus, in your golden fleece diapers with your tiny, little fat balled up fists", why do we ask your intervention on a Class 5 football game in Missouri when we realize you have bigger matters to deal with like the entire Kansas City Chiefs defense and bringing Stan Kroenke's massive ego back into check? It's because message boarders like the individual above has broken the time-honored rules of "playing it game-by-game" and "not looking past the next opponent". "Dear Lord Baby Jesus, or as our brothers in the South (Mac Co) call you, 'Hey-suz'", do have mercy on said MoSports poster as he wasn't in his/her right mind. The "Flavor of the Day" at Culvers: "Butterscotch Carmel Pecan Cappuccino" had induced an incredible sugar high that caused behavior that wasn't seen after the Joplin, Carthage, or Nixa regular season games. Amen and Out.
(Credits to Ricky Bobby and Cal Naughton, Jr)