Remember the confident ... ok, let's be honest ... arrogant man you enjoyed last fall just blowtorching your book with winners that were boundless? Yeah, I don't either. All that's left is this shaken, shell of a man. A couple of inexcusably poor weeks leave us under .500. But good news, people. A, I'm unflappable. B, Stanford Steve is here with me to chime in as we go. That always makes me feel a lot better. I don't want to blame the big man for what's gone sideways here ... but, it's probably his fault. No, it's all on me.