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In the words of the Sugarhill Gang, “I don’t mean to brag, I don’t mean to boast, but I’m like hot butter on your breakfast toast.” I did it. I redeemed myself from last week’s 1-4 debacle and nailed the Championship games. Is this a great accomplishment? Does it rank up there with the moon landing or even Esteban Loaiza bagging Jenni Rivera? No, but we all know it feels good to be right some times.

0-4. That’s how well I would've done if I had made picks for last week’s Wildcard games. Atlanta’s offense looked more balanced than Arizona’s; betting against Peyton Manning seemed about as smart as asking Lindsay Lohan to baby sit your kids; the Eagles were due to get run over by Adrian Peterson; and Miami over Baltimore…well, I’m a Dolphins fan, so let’s chalk that one up to blind, foolish love.

So, what would any sensible human do after putting up a fat donut over Wildcard Weekend? Make picks for the Divisional round and post them publicly, of course.