Well, it’s been seven round-trips on this fearless flight of folly, and one thing is now crystal clear:

We all suck. A lot.

Shame on us for putting our faith in the maize and blue to run the table. Speaking of faith, we all ought to bow our heads and beg for forgiveness — Georgetown proved it’s the Jesuit Nebraska after a thundering win over San Diego. And the unanimous NU selection? Even Jerry Brown is shaking his head at that farce.

Nonetheless, with a 7-5 masterpiece and the tiebreak advantage, I gleefully tape the I-suck-the-least placard over the “kick me” sign on my back for yet another go-round. While these boot-lickers to my right have tried to dazzle you with advice, guarantees and toilet talk, I use a more hands-off approach. Just pick the games. Believe me, it’s not that hard to beat us.

It is, however, next to impossible to tally two consecutive 5-7 marks, but our boy Katz managed to do just that. Hey Jonnie, go buy some Huggies before Saturday’s slate — we wouldn’t you want to wet yourself again. Katz, who’s still recovering from the Yankees’ World Series loss, obviously hasn’t recovered — pasty Purdue will get pounded at The Shoe.

Then there’s Ebersole, Katz’s bottom-feeding buddy. As the elder statesman of this bunch, Ebersole mumbled how he was going to “poop on” all his picks last week. But he couldn’t even crack the .500 mark. Now he picks Woody’s goodies over the speed-stocked Terrapins. Here’s some solid food for thought, Leo: don’t get caught with your pants down again.

So Kasses hugged me this week.

Granted, it came moments after Luis Gonzalez became the hero of Red Sox Nation. But it was still about as enjoyable as a root canal. Following an exhibition of bunny hops and poorly timed fist pumps, Kasses, in all his unshaven glory, wrapped his claws around me and clamped down. I felt violated, truly violated. There will be no such torture this week, for his Huskies will add to the Pac-10 parity by falling in Beaver country.

Here we are, a foursome you should be fearful to follow. But take it from me — being the best of the worst isn’t so bad.