I had the most wonderful dream last night. Well ok, not wonderful. Or maybe part wonderful, part horror. At least it was about football. Anyway, my dream...football season was here, only my team was losing! Oh, you can imagine how upset I was! It was horrible. In my dream, my emotions were magnified, and I was actually crying that the 'hawks lost. In the dream, I was sitting with Jimmy Kimmel (sorry Sara, it's my dream!) The score was tied, and only a few minutes were left in the game. Seattle was up, going for the fourth down at the 30 yard line. Romo (it's my dream, ok? I can have any QB I want!) is caught! He throws it away...but...the other team (dark figures with no faces, and plain black uniforms--must have been the Raiders), intercepted the ball, and made a touchdown. No kidding. Game ends. We lost. I cried. Yes, I cried. Now, I don't normally cry when my team loses, but for some reason, in this dream, I was crying. My guess--I miss football. I suppose it just goes to show how much I hate this time of year, half way between the end of last season and the beginning of next season! I suppose I'll have to make do with baseball. Bah!

Speaking of baseball, as far as the New York digging up the Sox jersey, who woulda thunk they'd be smart enough? Maybe the curse would have moved to New York---hehehehe! Who let that cat outta the bag, anyway? Didn't they realize that as soon as the media found out that the jersey was burried there, the yanks would dig it up? What's the point, then? Let it become some urban legend, rumors and half-truths. Geez, nobody knows how to really inflict psychological damage on the opposing team these days!