I don’t like to make predictions, actually I hate it. If I knew what the future held I would’ve won the lottery by now, multiple times. As I am not currently on my G7 flying around the world sipping champagne on my way to one of my many palatial estates and instead am staring down the barrel of a deadline for this column, you can safely assume the title “soothsayer” will not be going onto my resume today or ever. My endless string of seeing what I openly root for in sports not happening – I’ve never won a sports bet, so now I don’t make them – always being fresh in my mind, I leave the predicting to people with no shame and an ability to plow through being wildly wrong and pretending they weren’t. I don’t have that gene. But at a certain point you do have to wonder: will there ever be any consequences for lying to your audience?