I'm not a big fan of writers who start their columns with song lyrics.  Too "look how cool I am" for me.  Still, every blue moon, one strikes me as appropriate, so I'll steal (and date myself) one from Jethro Tull:

"Really don't mind, if you sit this one out..." (from Thick as a Brick). 

Yeah, I know. I could have just said, "no picks for today" but I figured I'd at least give you something to read.  Anyway, like Friday, too oversold to go short; too weak to buy.  

And that is the final word from New Orleans, where I'm going opposite the "feel good" story and rooting for the Colts.  Contrarian in me, I guess.