I actually remember a dream I had last night, which is a monumental feat for me. However, it was pretty disturbing. I was living in an apartment and my roommate was George Steinbrenner. The entire dream consisted of me trying to talk him out of trading for David Justice.
Huh? I don’t care about the Yankees, Justice, or the Amrerican League. I like baseball, but not that much. Apparently I have strange repressed urges either for egotistical shipping magnates or rent controlled living in the Big Apple.
