Surprisingly, Bernard had a prediction over breakfast today.
"Somebody wins, somebody loses," he said matter of factly.
"That's it? That's your prediction?"
"It's designed that way."
"That doesn't really qualify as a prediction, Bernard. That's more of a tautology."
"Okay, you want a name?"
"Yeah. That's how this works."
"Steelers in 4."
"The Steelers will win in 4 quarters? This isn't boxing, Bernard. Of course they'll win or lose in 4." I paused to sip my tea. "So, why do you think that they'll win?"
"It's like they say after the game: it's the fans."
I laughed. "So you are saying that the people of Pittsburgh are so much better as people or fans that their team will win?"
"I'm saying it's winter. People in Pittsburgh have more incentive to go to Tampa than people from Phoenix."
"Hard to argue with that."
"The poor Cardinals won't even be able to hear their fans, they'll be so outnumbered. Or hear themselves call plays, for that matter." He leaned forward, "It's all in the numbers, Ron."