Our Fathers and Mothers who art in the stands,
Hallowed be The Game.
Thy clean ice sheet awaits
Thy will be done on ice,
As it is in dry-land training.
Give us this day our daily ice time.
And forgive us our trespasses,
But never let the opponent trespass our goalie’s crease.
And lead us not into the sin bin,
But deliver us from poor officiating.
For the time has come.
To enjoy the power, and the struggle for glory,
Forever and ever.