Hm. So this is what hubris feels like.

My celebratory gloating following my triumph over Stella in the Wild Card round seems to have come back to give me a karmic bite on the behind. Our records for the Divisional Round were reversed – this time, it was Stella’s turn to go 3-1 and my turn to correctly pick just one single solitary game.

I think I always knew that this is how it would go down.

And with the postseason comes one more chance to salvage my self-respect and cling to the final shreds of my football-picking dignity.