You're reading the words of a dirt-poor prognosticator. Local-weatherman bad. If I ran a sports handicapping service, subscribers would make money only by playing the opposite side -- assuming the appliance box I had led them into inhabiting had Wi-Fi.
Some of my bigger stumbles:
"Gosh, Tim Sylvia has one hell of a reach advantage over Fedor Emelianenko."
"Rematches usually end the same way. Quinton Jackson is in some real trouble against Wanderlei Silva." ...