When I worked on a paving crew one summer/fall, we bet on football and my foreman was one of the worst at picking who would win. After one particularly bad week, he hands the betting card to his wife and says, "YOU fill it out!"
Well, she's sitting there saying stuff like ... San Franciso vs Rams ... Joe Montana is a handsome guy ... I'll take San Franciso. Then she goes on about how she likes the color of Miami's uniform, how she likes some WR's tight ass ... and when all was said and done she won $100 when her husband had never won a penny.
Moral of the story? Women find their own way to pick winners (and losers), and they don't need some internet cheat sheet to do it. Go with your gut instincts, and maybe who looks best in their uniforms, and good luck!