Titan(ic)s, meet iceberg

Uh-oh.

The Blob has its ear to the ground this fine morning ("No wonder your ears are filthy," you're saying), and it is hearing something ... faint harmonic tremors ...  vaguely instrumental ... elemental, and familiar in a way more visceral than actual ...

Oh, no! It's the Music of Foreboding!

And it plays for thee, you poor Tennessee Titans.

Who go traipsing into Foxborough, Mass., today with a lot of allegedly smart people thinking they're going to take down the totterin' regime of the New England Patriots. These allegedly smart people have apparently forgotten that they don't call it FOX-borough for nothing. They have also apparently forgotten what happens when you make Tom Brady mad, which he almost always is anyway but not the way he likely is today.

This is because people are forgetting the Patriots went 12-4 on account of  they jacked around and lost at home to the Dolphins last week, which apparently ruined everything. Also, the Titans have been getting stronger every week behind Derrick Henry and Ryan Tannehill. And so a whole lot of folks think the Pats (and Brady) are one-and-out in the playoffs today.

Finished. Over yon hill. Stuff like that.

That's why the Blob feels sorry for the Poor Titans. Because when you overlook the Patriots, you are coming right down their street. You are infusing Emperor Palpatine Belichick with unholy new life. You are handing the Patriots a baseball bat and saying "Hit me. Hard. Right here."

First of all, the Patriots did go 12-4, even if it was in a garbage division. Second of all, they're in Foxborough, where they lose playoff games about as often as Our Only Available Impeached President speaks a coherent sentence. And thirdly, Ryan Tannehill has been knocking around the Patriots' division as a Jet and a Dolphin forever.

You think Belichick doesn't know him better than he knows himself by now? You think he doesn't know exactly how to get in his head? You think Brady, who tends slights the way the English tend their gardens, doesn't burn to prove wrong everyone who's whispering that he just can't do it like he used to?

Oh, yes. I see pain coming for Tennessee. I see an iceberg on the horizon for the Titan(ic). I see the Blob actually being right about something for once, which is shocking, I know, and probably the best reason the Titans have for figuring this deal is a mortal lock today.

Still, the Blob hears that music. And so it's more sure about this one than it is about the other three wild-card games this weekend, which will probably go to the Texans, Saints and Seahawks, but maybe not.

Get your bets down accordingly, boys and girls. But mind the music.