Yes that's right, there will be even more pressure on me to get my predictions correct and more people will know about it if I don't.
On the whole I've not been doing too bad with the crystal ball gazing and whenever I'd flirted with trying to forecast the outcome of rugby matches I've done OK. However, now that I'm not just writing for my own blog here's hoping it doesn't all go horribly wrong and I suddenly start to choke.
After all, no-one wants to be compared with the man often heralded as sports' all time greatest choker: Tiger Timmy Henman.
(Should I do an inappropriate joke about the number of times he was involved with the Men's semis at Wimbledon? Oops, looks like I just did).
All that aside, I wouldn't mind being as useful with a racket as Tim is. It could come in rather handy, although I'd have to find a suitably hideous black bouffant wig that makes me look like a psychotic school boy and practise Henman's trademark menacing fist-pump if I truly want to channel Tim's tennis skills.
Grr! It's Tiger Tim.
Maybe I'll just stick to writing my predictions and tie some easy to follow instructions of how to perform the Heimlich manoeuvre around my neck, just in case I drop to the floor and choke on the actual rugby results.