Quick favor please? I need an exorcism performed before the Super Bowl.

[LeftyFingerPop]

Thank you so much.

[Ptah]

1. Again? OK

[BuelahWitch]

2. Lefty, you need to start hanging out with a different crowd, know what I'm sayin'?

[Call Me Wesley]

3. Vade retro Superbowl.

I command you, Superbowl, whatever you are, along with all your minions now attacking this servant of watching advertisements on television interrupted by men chasing a single ball, by the mysteries of the sports, bribing, the FCC, and the ascension of our Vince Lombardi, by the descent of the Green Bay Packers, by the second coming of your Alwin Jay „Pete“ Rozelle, that you tell me by some sign your name, address, social security number and the day and hour of your departure. I command you, moreover, to obey me to the letter, I who am a minister of Soccer despite my unworthiness; nor shall you be emboldened to harm in any way this LeftyFingerPop, or the watchers, or any of the possessions of ESPN and their higher management bonuses.