Wait, then why are the OBP boys doing predictions if nobody cares? Hope springs eternal, and our hope is that we will be able to quote tweet this article in October when one of our fifteen forecasts comes to fruition. Predictions exist solely as an excuse to crotch chop in the direction of our peers after the season when everyone else is watching football. If nothing else, it gives Joe Pa an opportunity to flex his contrarian views, Cal can flaunt his baseball hipster opinions, and Sal can regurgitate his sure-to-be-incorrect hunches. Without further ado, here are our selections for the 2018 season.