If what I think is wrong, I don't want to be right

I didn't know that by starting this blog, I was tampering with the supernatural. That's right, it's no secret anymore: Da'Rell's Johnson (nullus) holds Perfect Jinx Power (PJP). You don't believe me? Check it:

1) I dropped a post in praise of the New England Patriots right at the end of their 16-0 regular season, only to see their less-than-spectacular performance in the playoffs, that ended in a more-than-spectacular upset.

2) I picked the New York Giants twice to lose in playoff games against higher seeds, and as a result they went on arguably the greatest playoff run EVER.

3) After my post in praise of Kobe Bryant, whose team had just torn through the best basketball conference in history, Gasol, Odom and Farmar all forgot how to play the sport, which, in part, caused them to suffer an old-school style beating at the hands of the Celtics.

4) I told you to bootleg Tha Carter III, but instead, a "A Milli" of you clowns went out and bought that shit - in the first week, no less.

The implications of this are serious, because I do not take this magical blogging responsibility lightly. Do not expect me to write a post containing one shred of optimism about the Baltimore Orioles, Baltimore Ravens, Barack Obama, gas prices, health insurance, Maryland Terrapins, my family, my life, the national economy, or upcoming job interviews.