Deuces still wild for AFC, NFC championships?

Two weeks of two picks correct has left me feeling a little middling.

But with the conference championship games ahead, Iím hoping the two-pick trend continues.

Two-for-two, here I come.

Last weekend, Joe Flacco made a fool out of me, again. Sure, prior to the game nobody thought Joe Flacco vs. Peyton Manning would earn a place among quarterback duals for the ages. After, though? Behind the Flacco Fling, that one will find a place in the books. And with three Manning turnovers, Flaccoís 331 yards and 116.2 passer rating against the Broncos proved that his quick draw is fast, accurate and deadly.

Forget what I said, Flaccoís shaping up to be one of the elite.

Then in Atlanta, Matty Ice made like an ice sculpture and mostly kept his shape. When Russell Wilson hit a fourth quarter thermal, I thought I could hear the ice a-drippiní, but Matt Ryan and Matt Bryant clipped those Seahawk wings and finally got Tony Gonzalez a playoff win.

The playoff monkeyís off that birdís back.

Sunday, Jan. 20

San Francisco at Atlanta, 1 p.m. (KASA) Ė I donít trust the Falcons. You donít trust the Falcons. Nobody trusts the Falcons, except the Falcons Ė monkey free or not. For Atlanta ďnobody believes in usĒ isnít just a slogan, itís a way of life. And thatís worked out pretty well for Atlanta, so far.

The Falcons do have some talons. Even Seattleís stingy corners couldnít completely shut down the Julio Jones-Roddy White tandem. Throw in Gonzalez, and youíve got a receiving trio that might be unmatched.

But thatís not all: Last weekend the Falcons proved their defense has a wingspan, too, holding the usually prolific Marshawn Lynch to just 46 yards on 16 carries. Frank Gore shouldnít expect much better.

So lets talk about Atlantaís pass rush. What pass rush, you ask? Oh, right. Itís a good thing, then, that San Franciscoís got a not-so-nimble game manager behind center.

Wait, that guyís riding the pine for the other guy, who ran for more yards than any quarterback ever (181) while also throwing for 263 and two touchdowns last weekend, you say? Rut roh. Against that saggy Atlanta pass rush, the 49ersí Colin Kaepernick will have plenty more opportunity to show off his legs, when heís not finding Michael Crabtree through the air.

Nobody believes in Atlanta; everyone believes in San Francisco. Thereís a reason. Pick: 49ers, 38-27. Line: 49ers by 4.

Baltimore at New England, 4:30 p.m. (KCNC, KREZ) Ė fool me once: Shame on you. Fool me twice: Shame on me. Fool me three times? Címon, Joe, help me out here. Only a fool would pick against Tom Brady and the Patriots in Foxborough with a record fourth Super Bowl win in sight. Well, color me a fool.

I canít shake the feeling that New England is going to slice and dice the Ravensí defense. Especially with this spread. But I couldnít shake a similar feeling last week, and look where that got me.

The Patriots statistically are better than Baltimore everywhere except passing defense, and with Anquan Boldin and Torrey Smith peaking ahead of an Ė and I canít believe Iím saying this Ė almost scary-good Flacco, thatís one big Achillesí heel. Heck, they made Champ Bailey finally look old.

Plus, Ray ďRetirementĒ Lewis is sure to be screaming stuff somewhere on the field, and thatís an intangible Iím no longer willing to mock. Iím ignoring my gut: The Ravens only could look better if Joe brings back the handlebar mustache. Pick: Ravens, 30-28. Line: Patriots by 9.