Just repeat it with us because you mean it:
Dear Lord Jesus, I do not often speak with you and ask for things, but now, I really must insist that you help me win the GAME OF CHOICE today because I deserve it and THOSE EVIL TROGLODYTES don't, as you well know. I realize that it was your divine hand that SMOTE THAT TEAM I HATE and now I'm asking that you go that one last mile and make sure to put me in THE SWEET GRASP OF VICTORY where I belong so that I may carry out your will on earth as it is in heaven. Amen.
Unleash your inner Tracy Flick today and have a blast. We would say more, but we won't continue without our attorney present. Would you like a cupcake?