Immediately after posting my predictions for the first weekend of wonderfully moist NFL Wild-Card action, I posted again. This time about how I can't predict when I'm going to take my next piss let alone (uh oh...) the outcome of a football game.
Well, my predicting that I can't predict anything was dead on. I called the Bengals over the Jets (NOPE), the Eagles over the Cowboys (NOPE NOPE), and the Packers over the Cardinals (DUH...NOPE).
However, nobody is perfect. I did get one correct.
I suppose I could crow about how I wrote that the Ravens would be able to run on the Pats and the Pats would have to throw on the Ravens but wouldn't be able to. I could crow about that all day and all night. Because I totally nailed it. I saw that one coming all the way, baby. But if I did that, two things would happen. 1) Unless I interspersed the crowing with poop jokes, everyone would stop reading, and 2) At some point someone might notice I was three hundred percent wrong on the other three games.
In the words of a great American, "Doh."
Stay tuned next week for more predictions guaranteed to be right at least 25% of the time.
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