i can't be rid of me that easily!

i just remembered i wanted to mention this crazy dream i had during one of my brief sleeping escapades yesterday.

so we were playing in a baseball game at the old Cleveland Staduim (and no, i'm not sure who "we" is referring to), and for some reason, even though we were playing against the indians, everyone in the crowd wanted us to win. anyway, i was on base and was waiting to come in to score the winning run, but the guy who was batting wasn't very good and so i didn't have much hope for a good outcome. luckily, the very next pitch after i had this thought was a passed ball, and as the catcher hurried after it, i decided to try to steal home. unfortunately, just as i decided to do this, i was transported to left-center field. so i started running from there. the entire time, the catcher kept fumbling with the ball, and i was running in that super slow-motion way that you do in nightmares when the evil care bears are about to rip off your clothes and kill you or something. i finally got to the infield after what seemed like an hour, and was tearing through the middle of the infield, past the pitcher's mound, when i realized the catcher was Sandy Alomar. in that same instant i thought to myself "oh fuck, it's Sandy Alomar, if he has the ball when i get to the plate he's going to kill me". and this was actually true. in the dream-world, it was completely acceptable for the catcher to just fuck me up if he had the ball when i was trying to steal home. knowing that i couldn't take Sandy in a one-on-one free-for-all, i had to get home before he got the ball back or he would literally beat me to death while 20,000 people watched. luckily, he fumbled with the ball at the last second and i scored, and then just as i was taking off my helmet and returning to the dugout, someone (who i thought in the dream was Sandy) kicked me in the kneecap and as i was laying on the ground i saw a baseball bat descending towards my head and then i woke up. hilarious.