My long-running NFL Playoff Manifesto (here's the 4.0 version) centered on the premise that it's a puzzle that can be pieced together with a proven set of gambling rules. This mantra worked nicely for a long time, peaking when I went 28-14-2 over a four-year playoff span from '01 to '04 (here and on my old Web site). When we entered the era of Perpetual Putridity, those rules became irrelevant and the Manifesto posted a .500 mark (11-11) over the past two playoffs. Now we're coming off a regular season in which underdogs finished an astonishing 39 games over .500. It's foolish to pretend that there's any rhyme or reason to this stuff from year to year. I give up.Further on down, in the playoff picks, comes this gem:
You're telling me they can't get it together for three hours and beat a clearly inferior team?"They" are the Cowboys. The "inferior team," the Seahawks. We know how that turned out.
Don't bet on sports.
Incidentally, for whatever reason, I'm calling tomorrow's NCAA football championship a close Gators victory. Everybody in the whole world, your grandmother included, thinks Ohio State is gonna walk all over Florida. Everybody is wrong.
Florida 31, OSU 27. You'll all hate me when I'm right.