As I now know first hand, the prediction business is a messy one. Just when you think the world isn’t paying attention—wham—here comes a covertly-filmed confrontation from a general manager easily four feet taller than I looking to settle scores. It’s safe to say my predictive methods have needed some WD-40 the older that I get. I intend to start rectifying the horrendous shame brought onto myself and my family now.
With free agency looming, here are 10 (ish) bold predictions, ranging in boldness from very mild to mango-habanero level, if we’re using the Buffalo Wild Wings scale. (We should really be using the Buffalo Wild Wings scale more often, anyway, and adding it to “a melting pot of different measurements that will make European men throw tantrums.”)
Anyway, here goes nothing, but hopefully something:
