Predictions
You know us by day as list-makers extraordinaire, rulers of all that is ordered and sequential, kings of your
and everyone else's opinions, knowers of the qualities of things as they relate to each other, part-time babysitters...
but at night, when the lists have all been put to bed and the HTML tags have called it an evening, we put on a
different hat... that's right, the half-mesh one over there in the corner that says "World's Greatest Handicapper".
And this isn't one of those novelty things like those "World's Greatest Dad" mugs that your wife bought for your
kid to give you... we actually earned this hat in a gambling competition... OK, we won it playing poker, not
technically prognisticatin'... but what were we supposed to do, the guy was crying about blowing his children's
"food money" and "I'm ruined" and so on, so we told him to just give us the hat instead (and "pull yourself
together and act like a man", but that's not really pertinent to this story... and while it might embarrass him
that we mentioned it, he still owes us. You hear that Mr. Baby? We haven't forgotten!).
So, where to begin? We have strengths just like any other handicapper. Ours lie in the leagues listed to the left,
in that little bar thingy. Let's see... what else? We like long walks in the park, candlelight dinners and... and...
oh, we just can't do it. We're sorry, we don't like any of that stuff... in fact, we hate it. We were just trying
to win you over to our handicapping ways, but damnet, if you can't like (or love?) us for us, and what we've given
you with our lists, then it's you who's not good enough for us, not vice versa. So you're left with a
choice; you can listen to us as we pontificate about the way things will go down... and they will go down
that way... or you can blow your chance to win a bunch of money. Don't know, seems like a fairly easy decision to us,
but then, what do we know? Oh yeah... everything.
So we will be predicting the forthcoming seasons for each of the leagues listed to the left. Watch this space, and
if ye have any wits about ye, have your bookies number at the ready.