Our Sharks, who art at the Tank,
Hockey be Thy Game.
Thy Time has come, Thy Conference won.
Every game now is Game Seven.
Give us this day a Playoff Win,
And forgive us our lack of faith,
As we forgive you for that 8-2 loss to Dallas.
And lead us not onto the Golf Course,
But deliver us Lord Stanley's Cup!
For the Chicks and the Money and the Glory are Yours,
Now, and for as long as You keep Winning!