My World Series prediction: If the Rockies should encounter God, he will be cut

Colorado Rockies in 5. That's right, I'm picking the team that I thought wouldn't make it out of the Divisional Series. The Rockies have the formula that wild card teams that win the World Series possess... ridiculous momentum, great defense, and clutch hitting.

Meanwhile, I don't think that Boston is prepared for playing in Denver's high-altitude conditions... if the Red Sox take a game at Coors Field, I will be very surprised.

My World Series prediction: Brian Fuentes is going to lose some fingers

Photo by Ben Platt of MLB.com, with the caption: "A little Denver snow never hurt anyone." Apparently someone has never seen The Shining.

My World Series prediction: No one will crank dat Soulja Boy

One of the most entertaining things about this year in sports has been the random occurence of on-field crankin' of dat Soulja Boy, whether by mascots, Devin Hester, the University of Texas football team, or large purple child-molesting dinosaurs. Unfortunately, I sincerely doubt there will be any crankin' during this fall classic... not in between innings, not during someone's at-bat music, not even during the seventh-inning stretch, where crankin' dat would almost be therapeutic.

Unless of course, someone decides to teach Papelbon how to do it. I'm looking at you, Coco Crisp.

Meanwhile, just wait until the NBA season starts, and the entire New York Knicks team start dancing in unison during a 20-second timeout... including Coach Isiah.

(UPDATE: Just watched the latest Blog Show - where LOL Jocks makes an appearance, by the way - and they talk about the Soulja Boy phenomenon. And sure enough, there's video of the Golden State Warriors getting their crank on. Thanks, Free Darko.)

My World Series prediction: David Ortiz will pass out in Game 3

I mentioned this in the comments of this AOL Fanhouse post on Tuesday, but I will reiterate the point here... how the hell is David Ortiz going to run the bases in Denver, Colorado?

There was a situation early in the playoffs where David Ortiz was on second, and the batter kept fouling off pitches with two strikes, and Papi was literally sucking wind while returning to the bag just to do the whole running thing all over again.

That was either in Boston, Cleveland or Anaheim. Where oxygen is plentiful.

Just wait until this series goes to Colorado... I'm just saying if at any point, Papi jumps up and down and yells, "IS THAT ENOUGH FOR YOU, TITO???" well, you know what's coming.

Here's the image reference for the kids (which was hard as hell to find). It's 1:30 into the video, dummy.