Jumping Ahead too far Too Fast, Among Other Annoying Trends

I realize that some folks just have to know the future. They read tea leaves, go to psychics, dabble in astrology, and douse for nuggets of prognostication gold. The net effect is, I suppose, something to talk about and perhaps some odd bragging rights at the end of it all. The deep satisfaction of “see I told you so” perhaps mixed with a bit of cash on the predicted end point. I don’t know all about all of the motivations, but the constant bleat of the sports media looking for some sort of insight into who is going to win what, when becomes sort of a pathetic annual parade shambling down some small town Main Street, as the 1947 John Deere tractor pulls an old trailer draped in the colors of the current favorite.