Today NFL Spinzoners, I’m going to tell you a story. A story about a man and his words. The time; 1:00 Am on a Friday night, the place; a Diner off the interstate, the subject; a man with a notepad and a cup of stale coffee. It is only December, yet it is raining outside like it’s the middle of April. The Diner is mostly empty, besides the sleeping cook, the waitress who’s doing her crossword, and the man sitting at the table with a couple of words written down on his paper. The cars from the interstate roar down the wet stretch of the road with reckless abandon, searching for their own stale cups of coffee, somewhere in the night. The waitress looks at her watch after smacking her gum to obliteration and walks over to the man sitting alone in her 24-hour diner. “Sir, you’ve been sitting here writing on that notepad like nobody’s business, and I completely understand it is none of my business what is on that paper of yours, however you’ve been here all day and quite frankly I just want to go home.” The Man looked up, not to the Waitress but to the flickering digital clock that read 1:15. “Ma’am,” the man starts to say. “I ordered the boldest thing on this menu three and a half hours ago, I asked for the blackest coffee you could make 2 hours after that, and it was hardly an hour after that I requested a small bag of Doritos. Quite frankly Miss, I’m appalled at such lousy service.” The waitress, obviously finished with the man’s antics went in and whispered in his ear “well then you should’ve picked the Pats.” As the Woman walked off the man knew what he needed to do. The next day he came to my doorstep and handed me that same notebook he had been working on. Although I didn’t catch his name, on the inside cover of the notepad was written; “property of the Bold Predictor, proceed with caution.” And with that single notebook I was given the privilege of carrying on the Bold Predictor’s legacy to produce some of the best bold predictions known to mankind. Til this day, not a day goes by when I don’t think about the man in the brown fedora and black trench coat. Now most of you may be thinking, what did that story have to do with Week 14? Well, although the story is shrouded in much speculation and mystery, I can say with utmost certainty that the Bold Predictor, whomever he may be, has given me perhaps one of the boldest editions of “Bold Predictions” to date. So, for the sake of the Doritos that may or may not have been eaten by the Bold Predictor and for the Bold Predictor himself, I give to you week fourteen’s bold predictions.