Are you sure these are dreams?
I always thought isthmus was a cool word
The first time I heard a Swede say archipelago it instantly became my favorite word.
I was going to post my recurring baseball dream, but you have enough ammunition
As long as you weren’t naked, I’d like to hear about it.
That’s called a Tuesday in my life.
Gracias.
I have the balls to admit I was wrong here, HH.
We’re back to the “weirdest boner” from the other thread
My takeaway is that the 2022 roster has many differing experiences with negative self talk.
Willem Defoe and Tom Waits as Simon and Garfunkel deep fake, incoming
Mindset discomfort.
It’s me hitting what should be the game-inning hit with 2-out in the 9th. All I have to do is make it to 1B as the tying and winning runs score. Only as I approach 1B, it’s like I get stuck and can’t go anywhere. The outfielder runs it down at the wall and I finally break free as the throw comes to 1B and just beats me for the third out.
And yes, I’m sure that’s a dream.
That’s it, I’m outta here.
Pretty neat sight coming in to Stockholm on a ship, and I’ll bet I know which Swede.
I have a recurring dream that I’m in my Saturn headed to Spring Hill, TN, for the Saturn family reunion but I’m running on empty, running behind.
An old island.
There are very few new ones
ETA: and there’s a baseball dream where I don’t have my glove and there’s not another lefty who can loan me one.
As the father of a left handed little leaguer this is a legitimate and compelling fear.
True story, and this was a nightmare: The 1997 Knights are playing #1 Calallen in the regional final, and Belisle is pitching, of course. Our only other pitcher who was the relief pitcher if needed left his uniform jersey at home. We were playing in SA, and his parents were en route.
Good grief. Hopefully Matt pitched a complete game?