Here we are in the season’s last week of Fearless Forecasters, and I’m tempted to get a little sappy. Maybe start gushing about how I’m going to miss making picks on sheer instinct, seeing our police lineup of four ugly mugs staring back at me every Friday, then spending Saturdays rooting for teams like Louisiana-Lafayette and UC-Davis.

But you know what? Screw it. It’s Rivalry Week, biatches.

And that means two things: One, it’s time to get personal; and two, you can throw the records out the window. The latter is especially encouraging for the three of us pigskin prognosticators toiling behind Adam, the Forecasters’ version of Michigan. The rest of us are NU.

Rivalry Week also means the endless string of ridiculous trophies handed out to the winners of any Big Ten game deemed a rivalry, including, among others, an old oak bucket and a little brown jug that’s not even filled with beer. So I’m offering up a rundown of Forecasters’ most intense rivalries and the trophies they battle for.

Amalie has built her share of rivals over the years. In fact, just about everyone on this desk has been Amalie’s rival at one point or another. But her most bitter rivalry — we won’t mention any names — has lasted even past one member’s graduation. Winner claims the time-honored Dented Fender trophy.

Andrea and Adam have started their own little rivalry over the past two quarters. Andrea recently told to me she had a nightmare that Adam was trying to kill her. Now I’m no Sigmund Freud, but that sounds like a manifestation of the real-life Adam attempting to end her life outside the third floor of Norris. You guys play for the Micromanagement trophy.

That leaves me and our contest winner, Frankie. Let’s face it: I don’t like you, and you don’t like me. First you said I picked games like a “blind goat” in an e-mail. Now you’re trying to come into my house and beat me at my own game? I don’t think so. In honor of your bald-headed mug shot, we’ll play for the Olde Chrome Dome trophy.

So take your best shot. Winner gets bragging rights for an entire year. Loser gets drunk and tries to start a fight with rival fans. Either way, everybody has a good time.

Peace, I’m out.