I just woke up from a dream five minutes ago.
Rondo and I were walking up to an airport bar after a NASCAR race. They were broadcasting ESPN's PTI from there, and the place was going nuts. Wilbon was smirking, soaking in the hillbilly madness, but Kornheiser wasn't to be seen.
I turned to Rondo and said, "I hope Green isn't so weak next time."
"For real," he said, while gazing over the crowd. I'm guessing we were in Charlotte (CLT), because they have some NASCAR bar there, but in thinking about it, it was more of a Charlotte (CLT), Los Angeles (LAX), Bradley International (BDL) hybrid bar. I saw bits of all three of them.
"I gotta take a leak," I dutifully informed Rajon. "I'm gonna try to come back through that other side on the way back and grab a beer. You want one?"
"Yeah," he said, still surveying the crowd.
Then I woke up. It reminded me of a dream sequence Tony Soprano once had, only shorter and less interesting, as Annette Benning and the gorgeous Annabella Sciorrra weren't in it. But why did I bring up Green? Why post-NASCAR? And what kind of beer did Rondo want? Is he cool with a Budweiser?
I'm gonna try to go back to sleep for an hour, try to revisit my CLT/LAX/BDL bar, see if Rajon is still there. But we've all tried this before, and it never works.
Beat the Heat. I hate Lebron.
Edited by Sheets, 01 May 2011 - 12:24 PM.