As in, ALWAYS.
Air Force has just launched Houston into the stratosphere. I am mired in mediocrity in Joey the Vig’s pool. I have no chance of winning for the most number of winners. Or for the least which comes with a token booby prize.
Thus I am adhering to the rule that transcends all the other rules: Know when to hold ‘em. Know when to fold ‘em.
So I shan’t bore you with my meaningless picks for the rest of the bowl games. Now and again I’ll weigh in on the action, but my first resolution for the new year: No more bowl predictions.
Besides it’s hoops season and there’s a tilt of some meaning locally tomorrow afternoon.
All of which is to say to Joey the Vig: Uncle!
Oh yeah, GO QUACK!
– Seedy K