Call me delusional. Call me irrational. Call me someone who has absolutely no understanding of football. But whatever you do, don’t call me wrong.

Harvard is going to win The Game this year.

How do I know this? Did I analyze the team’s offensive statistics? Study Yale’s defensive formations? Consult someone who actually knows what a first down is?

No, I did something far more reliable. I listened to the universe. And lately, the universe has been practically screaming, “GO CRIMSON.” Here are some obvious signs I’ve seen the past few days:

Sign #1: I saw the color Crimson thrice a day.
Last Wednesday, I saw a red car. Then someone wearing a red sweater. Then a red traffic light. Coincidence? I think not. They say the fifth time’s the charm. The universe doesn’t communicate through words, but rather symbols—and occasionally, the Massachusetts license plate.

Sign #2: My Spotify Shuffle is trying to tell me something.

When I tell you my music taste is pretty diverse…I mean diverse. I was walking through the Yard with my music on shuffle when three songs started playing. “Good Luck, Babe!” by Chappell Roan, “End Game” by Taylor Swift, and “The Winner Takes It All” by ABBA. Think about it—wishing good luck to Harvard, saying they’ll end the game, and that us as winners take home everything?

Sign #3: I’ve already planned my victory Instagram story.

Sure, this isn’t really a sign. But it sure is a confidence boost. The universe would not allow me to invest emotional energy into planning an Instagram story if it was never meant to be posted. And the universe, unlike the Bulldogs, has taste. Mind you, I have so many mutuals with Yalies, who are all going to see my story and be miserable.

Sign #4: Yale is literally named Yale.

I’m not even trying to purposefully hate at this point, but have we considered the branding? Harvard. It’s strong, commanding, prestigious. Rolls off the tongue. But Yale? It sounds like something you yell when you stub your toe. Their mascot is a bulldog, which I suppose is meant to evoke fear. But have you ever seen a bulldog? They look like they need a nap and a bunch of hugs. Also a shoutout to Sasha (the cutest campus dog) who absolutely mogs “Handsome” Dan.

Sign #5: I had a dream.

In my dream, Harvard won The Game. I don’t remember the score, nor who scored. But what I do remember is standing in the Fenway park in victory, while all the Yale students dramatically fell to their knees. Sigmund Freud once said that dreams are the fulfillment of our wishes. Therefore, I choose to interpret this as scientific proof that Harvard will win.

Please know this is nothing personal. Or maybe it is a little, given that we’ve been defeated the past five years. So, to the players: no pressure. The stars have already aligned. However, I’d feel embarrassed of this piece if we didn’t win. So, GO CRIMSON!