Every Superbowl Sunday I knock back a double shot of Jagermeister just after lunch. This induces a nap in which the coming game is revealed in a dream. I just woke up and once again the outcome has been foretold.
I saw an old radio sitting under a large tree in a park. I turned the radio on and non other than Howard Cosell was signing off by saying " and so it ends 27-24"..... I waited for more but the radio went silent.... how could this be,,, who wins the game???? Then just as I was starting to wake up the scene changes... there it is, the Cowboys Stadium, and standing over it were three giants waving back to me... it was Abraham Lincoln, a one eyed alligator, and Vince Lombardi...
Hmm, bringing the host of the Superbowl party we are heading off to a big bottle of Jaegermeister. Maybe I'll crack it open early and see what kind of dreams I have.