So I whiffed on my picks last week (thanks, Cody Parkey and Sebastian Janikowski) and I feel like crying because I did terrible. I've decided to resort to a higher being to combat these demons: my cat.
I have two free passes to use this postseason and if I nail both, I don't have to pick for the rest of the postseason. If I get one right, I only get one for the next round. That's it. I'm going to take my cat's advice and see what happens so I can get back into the groove! Here's what my cat told me.
My life! Food, sports, school. It's what it is!