Listening to other people talk about their dreams is about as exciting as listening to those same people tell you what their unwritten novels are about, but...
Last night I dreamt the Cubs were in contention for the Wild Card. I literally saw a SportsCenter episode in which they were discussing the Cubs' chances of making the post-season, and when the dream-screen I was watching cut to the Wild Card standings, the Cubs were right there, in fifth, only three games back.
I woke up feeling pretty good about the world, thinking maybe the Scrubbies would close out the season on a 35-15 run after all.
And then this afternoon Prior surrendered four runs, while giving up only one hit, in the first inning.
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That's just Hester, fucking with you. :)
Someday, it'll happen. Maybe not in this lifetime, but someday. It only took the Red Sox, what, 187 years or something? Don't give up on your dream. :)
That's easy for you so say, Rebecca; you're a Yankees fan.
Um, was that a jab? Are you calling me a sellout or something? At least I'm not a Braves fan.
You just beat Roy Oswalt. Shut him out, actually. I didn't know where else to post this, so I'm leaving it with you to do as you will.
Rebecca--That's true. At least you're not a Braves fan.
Fringes--Sorry about the 'Stros. That Zambrano can be pretty amazing.
I'm not that sorry, though: I'm still holding out for a 30-10 end to the season.
2 down, 28 to go. Argh.
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