Ah, the ol' Melbourne Storm vs Wests Tigers showdown. Just like that baloney sandwich I ate, this game is promising nothing less than a digestive carnival. Round 10, and the Storms are sitting pretty in the top half (#4) of the premiership ladder, while the Tigers are barely clutching onto the skirt of it at #8. The thing about storms is they're unpredictable, sometimes you get a smattering of rain, other times, a typhoon. It's kind of like my love life, except with fewer reindeer.
Mining the gold veins of the past, and you'll see the Storm have been the thorn in the paw of the Tigers. The last four clashes look a lot like my attempts at interpretive dance; you know who's gonna win from the start. The Storm has an edge in this, like a knife through my pound cake.
A glance at each club's recent games reveals that both are wrestling with their form, much like I grapple with getting out of bed every morning, of course, Jake'll tell you I don't succeed that often. The Tigers clawed, gnawed, and roared their way to a win against the Dragons and Sharks. Still, they got their fur singed by the Eels and Broncos. The Storm were blasted by the Raiders and Dolphins. However, their triumphs against the Rabbitohs, Warriors, and Sea Eagles indicate they can turn the tide.
Our dear Tigers have the heart, but my gut feeling's never been wrong (except for that vindaloo last night), and it's telling me to hold onto my pants! This might be like trying to nail jelly to a wall, but remember, life's like a garden. You never know what you're gonna grow.
Albert’s Prediction: Melbourne Storm by 15