Five Dumb Predictions, if I remember correctly, was a concept largely conceived during the early days of the Cincinnati Reds rebuild. It was a way to hope, to dream on a club whose modus operandi was not playing good baseball, but rather doing everything they could to cobble together enough young talent to someday, somehow play good baseball again.
Those Reds were going to stink, but you simply had to root for them in a please, please prove me wrong fashion. They were based in some semblance of reason, mind you, albeit with the odds stacked so severely against them that the only realistic reaction to them was to say “man, that’s just dumb.