When A Cold Messes With The Mind
Posted by Steve L. on December 15th, 2006 · Comments (7)
Last night I had a dream where I was at a ski resort, having a snowball fight with Elston Howard’s daughter, Cheryl.
Yes, I think about the Yankees too much. But, I’m also blaming it on the benadryl.
LOLOLOL You can never have enough Yankees. I have dreams where I’m a terrible minor league player in the Sox organization and I miraculously get called up to the majors and I put pills in every good Sox player’s drink every day and they all fail drug tests.
lol. Now, that’s some creative dreaming.
Someone needs to get the tea leaves out and see what that means.
Steve and Donnie,
In my professional opinion you are both deeply disturbed individuals that require heroic doses of psychotropic drugs.
The good news, if there is any, is that neither of you are having dreams about swimming with dolphins while vacationing with the bullpen catcher.
Which coincided with my dream of playing Dungeons and Dragons with Brian Dayette.
Is it the real Benadryl, with pseudoephedrine in it, or the reformulated sh!t that doesn’t do a damned thing for me.
rbj, don’t get me started. Dayquil worked miracles for me, and now, nothing. Studies show that the new stuff works about as well as a placebo. Luckily, meth addiction has went the way of the dinosaur…d’oh!
Hey Donnie
You must be dreaming because according to Peter Gammons, there is no such thing as a terrible minor league player in the Sox organization. LOL