Hello again, Jerryatrics, and welcome to the best column the SWA has to offer. The one thing you all look forward to every single month. The one thing you just can’t wait to get your hot little hands on, because of how unbearably awesome it is. It’s Jerry’s jive, and it’s here. Now, you all know that I discuss things that are on the forefront of my mind in this column, and this edition is no exception. This month, I want to discuss my almost constant disappointment. I’ve been thinking about it, and it really is an interesting subject. Allow me to explain.

The first thing to clarify here is that this disappointment of mine goes beyond my own matches. I am of course referring to my disappointment in not yet having beaten the Bread Nonzombie in one on one action, something which I will someday rectify. This disappointment of mine goes far deeper. Every single week, I make an honest, genuine prediction for each match, and even offer my reasons why I picked that person to win. But most times, not even sometimes but most times, I’m wrong. How does that happen? Shouldn’t these things be fifty fifty shots, unless there are more than two people involved, or in some cases two teams? Shouldn’t I have just as good a chance of being right as I do of being wrong? My logic is sound. Bob and Cal don’t think so, but what do they know? I’ve been the brains of the operation for the longest time, and yet I’m wrong more often than not. It’s frustrating! Ya know what, though? I’ll bet that’s why Bob and Cal don’t always make predictions. They’d be wrong even more than I am already, and they’re afraid of that. They don’t want to be wrong. Poor little guys.

Still, it even goes beyond that. It even extends to my interpretation of how people are acting, or will act. For this, I offer the example of Katie Williams. A woman, who by all rights should be acting like the other women in my life, proving my point once again that they’re all the same, and worth being hated. And yet, she’s kind, helpful, and a delight to be around. I can’t hate her, no matter how much I try. I can still look upon any other woman and grit my teeth in anger, but she’s different. I know, I’ve said that before. It’s funny, though. Writing this, and thinking of it now, I’m not entirely sure I can even look at that as a disappointment. Should I not be glad to be wrong? Shouldn’t the fact that Katie is proving that not all women are evil make me happy? I honestly don’t know.

Anyway, I think I’ve ranted enough. Maybe whatever higher powers there are will read this, and make me less likely to be wrong in future. One can hope, I guess. And if that were to happen, some supernatural event like that, I’d be perfectly OK with it as long as it wasn’t Ally’s Great Cleansing. Oy. That’s another story entirely, and perhaps another edition of this column. So until next time, Jerryatrics, do what I say, cause then I’ll always be right.