When the ever mediocre Minnesota Gophers couldn’t shut down the Tar Heels to secure victory in last weekend’s Thursday Night Special, your inveterate predictor knew his Week 0 good fortunes were going to take a turn.

So much for Ski-U-Mah.

A correction of sorts ensued. Law of averages it is said.

A hunch that Billy Napier might finally get something going in GatorLand, hosting a similarly underperforming arch rival and all, proved ill advised. But he did secure the reality that this will be his final season as the next big thing in Gainesville. Or anything at all.

So he’s got that goin’ for him, which is not so nice. Boosters are already cashing in their bitcoin to try to convince that Saban guy out of retirement for, oh $25 mill a year for 10 years. Then they’ll work their way down the totem pole.

Mike Elko certainly has much more leeway in College Station, given that the prime time matchup with Notre Dame was his first as top cadet for the Aggies. But a loss to the Irish does have those oil dudes murmuring to each other.

Georgia did convince us that Kirby Smart is probably the next Saban, as if we didn’t already suspect. We also learned that the endearing term “clemsoning” is taking on new meanings. None that an increasingly prickly “No Portal” Dabo wishes to talk about.

Joining the Bulldogs in my victory column were the Hoosiers, Cats in one called after the 6th, and the steamrolling Cardinals.

4-3 for the weekend. Admittedly a reality check. Though nothing like Mike Norvell with his new 10 mill a year/ eight year contract is facing after another woeful conference L on Monday.

8-3 for the year.

But what follows are winners. Fer sure: Continue reading Seedy K’s Peerless Pigskin Prognostications: Week II →

Oh the line between the thrall of victory and the ignominy of defeat is so very wafer thin.

With 6:33 left in the Irish green gridiron battle last Saturday, the Engineers of Georgia Institute of Technology, then knotted at 21 with Florida State after a tying Seminole tally, began possession at their own 25.

Twelve plays of smashmouthian football later, kicker Aidan Birr split the proverbial uprights — OK it actually was ominously close to wide left but we’re working on poesy here — and the first startling upset of the college football campaign was in the books.

Which outcome had been foretold in, you know, this very space.

Full of joy, I ran some errands.

When I returned to my Stressless recliner and turned on the telly, I was flummoxed that New Mexico’s Lobos, whom I had not predicted would prevail, were then up 17 nil over FCS Montana State.

But, all’s well that ends well. So it has been writ, so shall it be done.

Adam Jones scampered 96 yards with 4:35 to play, pulling the Bobcats within striking distance. Then an 11 play, 89 yard drive taking all of 1:26 ended with Scottre Humphrey’s four yard bulldoze into the endzone for the winning score with but ten measly seconds left.

Later in Reno, the house was ahead. As usual. New ACC member Southern Methodist was behind 13-24 to Nevada entering the 4th. But a 98 yard drive ended with a score with 8:01 left. A safety added a couple points not long thereafter. A 34 yard TD strike with 1:18 left pushed the Mustangs to the win.

Hawai’i rolled as expected over Delaware State.

All of which joyous verbosity brings us to this: Yours Truly begins the season: four correct, none incorrect.

You can’t get ’em all right if you don’t get the entirety of Week 0 right.

Not that I have the slightest delusion of even approaching such an impossibility.

But it’s fun while it lasts.

This week’s winners: Continue reading Seedy K’s Peerless Pigskin Prognostications: Week I →

Yes, yes, yes, here we are again.

And I am so very sure that at least one or two of you pigskin fanatics have headstarted, have already pulled out the tailgating Coleman, set it up in the driveway and test-grilled a couple of sausages. While seeing if those lawn chairs you got at a yard sale are sturdy enough for another full season?

Just to make sure all is in working order, don’t you?.

Or pulled that Vince Gibson-autographed Red Rage Era Helmet Bowl out of the cupboard, then popped up some delicioso Black Jewel Gourmet Heritage corn. (The best.)

You know who you are.

Wear the prep as a badge.

Thus, without further ado: Back for another go round.

Welcome back to Planet Chinstrap’s most accurate predicticator of gridiron results for the last dozen years in a row.

So, we begin.

With a season kickoff on Cypress Avenue in the Land o’ Van. The Fighting Irish opening over there makes sense. Seminoles and Engineers, whataya whataya?

I don’t get it. Kinda like the email I got this morning from Subaru advising I was out of windshield wiper fluid. Even before my dashboard told me. Which is strange enough unto its own self.

But college football, that’s my bag.

Let’s kick it off with Week 0’s winners: Continue reading Seedy K’s Peerless Pigskin Prognostications: Week 0 →