I know it's Sunday and I should be praying for red

I know it's Sunday and I should be praying for redemption for the two invisible men who just punched us all in the gut. But they're probably out on a golf course being followed by two babes in a beer cart, on our dime. So, I'd like to pray for a wicked slice from someone to take them both out, but miss the babes in the beer cart, they're priceless.