I awoke the other night after the greatest dream. I know it was a dream because it was October and the Dodgers were still playing baseball. But it seemed so real.
Really weird things happened in the dream.
Get this, in my dream the Dodgers starting rotation had the lowest ERA and most wins in the National League, and the bullpen had most saves in all of baseball.
Matt Kemp was having another MVP worthy season, and he was quoted as saying the rumors of him dating Rihanna again were definitely not true. Kemp was also saying that having Prince Fielder in the lineup had really helped him continue to get good pitches to hit.
Andre Ethier had finished the season batting over .325 and hadn't had any extended trips to the disabled list all season.
Frank McCourt was not the owner of the Dodgers in my dream.
Fans were packing Dodger Stadium again, and there had been no problem with rowdy fans all season.
Dodger Dogs were selling at half price to celebrate the resurgence of the Dodgers as an MLB powerhouse.
And—well unfortunately that is when I woke up.
It might have been just a dream, but it is one I really hope comes true. I am so tired of having to ask someone, tongue-in-cheek, what time the Dodgers game starts tonight. Usually they laugh and say something like, "Right after the Yankees game."
Other times they look at me like I am certifiably crazy. Which is understandable, considering it is October and I'm asking what time the Dodgers game starts.