Oh Auerbach, who art in heaven,
Hallowed be thy nine rings.
Thy Larry O' Brien trophies will come
Thy plays will be run,
on the parquet, as it was during the Russell era Celtics dynasty.
Give us this day our Luck of the Irish
And forgive us our 25 win season,
As we forgive Paul Gaston and Rick Pitino
And lead us not onto the mediocrity treadmill
But deliver us into a first place lottery finish.
For thine is the Garden,
The championships, and glory over the Lakers,
Amen.