Sort of like the hors d’oeuvres passed around before the sit down dinner at a wedding. Some canapés to whet the appetite for the main courses to come.
But, there hasn’t been anything to galvanize the populace since that sun and moon crossing paths thing. And that was, what, at least forty eight hours ago, yesterday’s tweeters. Folks are already tired of shlepping the kids off to soccer practice and school’s only been in session for a few days.
Which is to say that we are ready for diversion in the guise of mayhem on the gridiron, i.e. some college pigskin. Oh so very ready. Thus we shall cherish this weak-end’s quintet of encounters, despite the actuality that The Real Deal — you know, Seminoles/ Tide, Cardinals/ Boilermakers, Cats/ Golden Eagles — is still another work week away.
Sooooooo, ever willing to jump in the fray, to do my little part in helping my loyal followers enjoy the football festivities, to give you an edge while handicapping the battles all season long, welcome one and all to the inaugural 2017 edition of American’s most favorite football fantasia — thanks for the standing O, Chinstrap Universe — Seedy K’s Peerless Pigskin Prognostications.
The fun has now begun. Let’s go: Continue reading Seedy K’s Peerless Pigskin Prognostications: The Prelude