A Mishaberach for the Rockies (and Red Sox)

From here.

Rabbi prays for the Rockies
By BRUCE DOLLIN Special to the IJN

As I am constantly asked to say a misheberach for our sports teams, I have searched the Jewish world over to find one and I found this one from Elaine Braun, sister of one of my colleagues back East who is a Red Sox (who?) fan. With her permission, I adapted it for the Rockies. I didn’t adapt it for the Broncos because even G-d can’t help them.

So . . .

For the starting pitchers

May he who blessed our ancestors, Walker, Bichette, Castilla and Gallaraga, rest and heal Francis, Jimenez and Morales who have been called to the mound upon reaching the World Series. May the Holy One protect and sustain them, helping them to be wholehearted in their game, to study diligently the signals from their catcher (Yorvit something), and to walk in G-d’s ways, but not to walk anyone else.

For the hitters

May he who blessed our ancestors, Walker, Bichette, Castilla and Gallaraga, bless Helton, Holliday and Matsui who have been called to the plate upon reaching the World Series. May the Holy One protect and sustain them, helping them to be wholehearted in their game, diligent in their swing, avoiding bad pitches and water bottles thrown onto the field. May they hit the long balls and may the umpires be just in ruling them home runs.

For the bullpen

May he who blessed our ancestors, Walker, Bichette, Castilla and Gallaraga, rest and heal Fuentes, Herges and Corpas, who may be called to the mound upon reaching the World Series. May they lead us back from destruction by our enemies, be they cheese steak (treif), rattlesnake (very treif) or . . . uh . . . footwear? (inedible, and therefore kosher even for Pesach). May G-d save them from all enemy, pestilence, sword, famine and grand slam. May the Holy One not abandon our starting pitchers in any case and let us say, Amen.

For the Team

Colorado Rockies

May he who blessed our ancestors, Walker, Bichette, Castilla and Gallaraga, bless the Rockies and all who loiter on Blake Street, them, their sons and the sons of their sons, along with those who establish and sustain the stands that provide hot dogs and peanuts to the wayfarer. May the Holy One continue to bless them with many pennants and even a world championship. May they not rest in peace until they win the big one. And let us say, Amen.

I don't understand the references, but I appreciate the sentiment.

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