It's like that time when Sam threw me a pass for a score, and it was perfectly placed for me to catch it, but I dropped it because I heard "foul!" and I knew that I didn't really HAVE to catch it. Messes with your head.
It was my intention to do predictions this week, but since Keith didn't do them, I knew I didn't really HAVE to do them. So I dropped the ball (or, the disc?).
Next week the two predictor's teams play each other!