Badly bitten, but still hungry for more

It all started with baseball.

The MLB.

The playoffs.

I was forecasting the first round of the Fall Classic when my downfall began. At the time my record for picking had been, forgive me for seeming lack of modesty, practically untouchable. But then something happened. Even I'm not sure what it was. All I knew was that I got a mere 2 out of 4 picks right. I didn't realize it at the time, but I was headed toward disaster.

I tried to counter by forecasting an LA-LA World Series, but it backfired when the Dodgers fell apart and the Yankees overpowered the Angels with the aid of the umpires.

I thought I could end it by picking the Giants to take down the Saints, but somehow they forgot how to play and got demolished. And so my streak went on and on.

To go from being completly dominant to astonishingly horrible is just unbelievable. I'm starting to get a good idea about how fallen closer Brad Lidge is feeling.

Am I bitter? You bet your Calvin Johnsons I'm bitter. (Why couldn't you have played in that game against the Rams, Calvin? You cost me another pick.) I can't remember the last time I struggled this much. It's just crazy.

So why am I particularly frustrated? Because I should have got it right by now. How could the Jets fall to the hapless Bills? How could the Cardinals fall when they appeared so invincable? What are the odds that Calvin Johnson would still be hurt for the game against the Rams? Why did the umpiring have to be so terrible for the ALCS? Would I like some cheese with my whine? Sure, and speaking of chease (heads) thanks a lot for losing and eliminating me from one of my survivor leagues, Green Bay.

And I'm not going to respond to this the way Tiki Barber did. I remember hearing after Super Bowl XLII that, according to a reporter, "Tiki doesn't regret retiring." Sure, and Colt McCoy doesn't look like Justin Timberlake.

Whatever the case, I'm not giving up. I'm gonna keep making the picks. Sooner or later, I'll find what I lost.