The prediction game can be a thankless one.
You know the drill. When a writer puts their predictions for the season out into the world, like I did last week, there’s one of two ways any particular pick can go. If they’re wrong, they’re an idiot, and should have to hear about it all year long. But if they’re right, well, big deal – everyone knew it was going to play out that way.
It’s rough. But over the years, I’ve come up with two ways to counter it. The first is the reader contest, which launched last week. That gives you a chance to make your picks, which gives me the chance to make fun of you when you’re wrong. Remember, you don’t get to dunk on my picks if you didn’t enter the contest. (Which you still have time to do before it closes this afternoon.)
And then there’s today’s column: The annual set of oddly specific predictions. These are the picks where I get so ridiculously precise that it flips the script. If I’m wrong, well, of course I was. But if I successfully predict a 30-year-old defensive defenseman’s first career goal in the exact game it happens, then you’re never going to hear the end of it. (I did that, by the way. Did you know that? It happened. It was years ago, sure, but it still happened.)
Or at least, that’s the idea. You’ll probably still dunk on me. Just know that if any of these hit, I will be insufferable about it.
One oddly specific pick per team, in alphabetical order. Here we go…











