Curt Schilling was in my dream two nights ago. It was disturbing. No, it didn’t involve any gyrotonic machines or Curt blurting out, "You’re with me, leather." He was just a friend, a buddy I knew my whole life. And we were having a conversation about baseball, specifically about how to throw an effective splitter. And then the dream jump cut to me on a pitcher’s mound in a Red Sox uniform and Curt was screaming encouragement from the dugout. At that point I woke up in a cold sweat.
Anyone want to interpet that one for me?
Tonight, my mentor goes for the Sox. The Yanks run out Jaret Wright. The Bombers go for the sweep (aided by Mother Nature). The Sox hope to save face. This is your thread for comment if they get the game in.