Throwing my psyche to fate, both I and Mrs. Corn Nation have entered the contest at In The Bleachers.
If I happen to lose to Mrs. Corn Nation, next college football season won't start fast enough. I'll probably be living in a hole somewhere until then because I know she'll have to purchase at least one T-Shirt to quietly remind me how much better she is than I.
Isn't marriage great?
(p.s. I didn't happen to mention that on the first podcast I did with them, that I was 0-7 in predictions? Would you believed that is possible?)