There is always one reason (and really only one) to look forward to the end of the season … I can stop doing these stupid picks. I hate doing picks. No, that’s not strong enough.
In honor of ”Meet Me in St. Louis,” I’ll borrow from one of Judy Garland’s great lines, “I hate, loathe, despise and abominate” doing picks.
I feel like I’m on an island with this. It seems like every other person on earth loves predicting who they think is going to win games. Which is fine if you are not a journalist. But I think by virtue of being a journalist, publicly picking who I think is going to win is about the last thing I should be doing.