Whaddup kiddos? It’s playoff time and you know what that means…? B-O-L-D P-R-E-D-I-C-T-I-O-N-S. Yessireebob you guessed right, now that the regular season records are finalized, we can now go and look at the wild card match-ups that we will be seeing today in the NFL. We’ve got a wide array of games ranging from San Diego-Cincy to San Fran and Green Bay. As the playoffs get under way the Bold Predictions may get a little less due to the small # of games to chose from, however that just means that these bold predictions are going to be bolder than ever. But before I get into these bold predictions I have to give you (the readers) a message and a story. This past week while I was walking in downtown San Diego, attempting to write my bold predictions for the playoffs I was approached by a man dressed in a brown trench coat with a bit of orange looking dust on his side pocket asking if I needed “the stuff.” Of course I know better than to do drugs or alcohol, they are extremely bad for your body and horrible for making decisions (such as bold predictions). Naturally though I was intrigued so I asked the man in the brown trench coat with the orange dust on his side pocket what he wanted and he stepped out of the shadows of the dark alleyway and looked from side to side, seeing if there was anybody listening. The mysterious man’s faced was still hard to see due to the fedora that was covering his seemingly furry face. He cleared his throat and said, “I’ve got what you need.” Again confused I asked him what he was talking about. The man said in a raspy voice, “In exchange for a life-time supply of Cheetos, I’ll take care of all of your Bold Predictions for you, no questions asked.” Bold predictions and a life-time supply of Cheetos? Sounded a little too good to be true. So, I asked him how was I supposed to eat all of those Cheetos. He responded by saying, “I understand, it ain’t always easy being cheesy.” As soon as he finished his sentence I realized exactly what was going on. The orange dust, the furry face, the raspy voice. I tore off the fedora and trench coat and realized it was him all along. From his name tag to his orange and black tail, it was Chester the Cheetah. “Listen,” I told Chester, “I may have told some little white lies and perhaps scammed my brother out of a couple shrimp poppers and a couple of bags of Doritos and their undeniably bold flavor, but I know for certain that there is one thing I ain’t; I ain’t no Lion Cheetah.” After that I never saw Chester the Cheetah around San Diego ever again, perhaps he took his talents to South Beach, or even worse-France. You guys are probably wondering; “what does this random story have to do with anything”? Well for starters I’d like to notify the Fictional Commercial Animal Control Agency of Chester the Cheetah’s whereabouts. Seeing that I am devoted to Doritos and the bold flavor it gives me to write these bold predictions every week, I have the responsibility to Frito Lay to remain loyal and notify the correct authorities if there is any unlawful communication between myself and another competitor. But secondly it means that this week I’m going to write some awesome bold predictions, because it’s the playoffs!