I was taking a midday nap when I fell into a dream. We were playing Texas Tech the week after we beat OU on the road (factually inaccurate? yes, I know). Except we weren't playing at the Bill, we were playing at some weird community field in Manhattan, where you couldn't even see the score that clear, because lots of the light bulbs on the scoreboard were out. There were tons of open seats (this should have let my unconscious know right there and then that this was all bullshit and totally not real) and instead of the Cat's Closet, there was one of those country home-stores that smells like your grandma's house x1000. As the seconds wound down and we were still losing, the bitch in the fake Cat's Closet told me I needed to leave, because I was blocking the entrance. I think she really asked me to leave, because I was smoking a cig, I totally wasn't anywhere near the entrance. Anyway, so I had that weird dream inside of a dream thing happen, and I wake up into another dream, and was all like, "whew, it was just a dream!!
" Then I realized that Kentucky was putting it on us pretty bad
(Kentucky? Weird right?) Then I ACTUALLY woke up, and was like, "Holy balls, we didn't lose!!!"
I felt like George Bailey in "It's a Wonderful Life" when he realizes that he's not dead anymore, it was literally the scariest feeling on earth followed by the best feeling on earth. This is the moral Cat fans...don't take this season for granted. In the words of Hunter S Thompson, "We'd be fools not to ride this strange torpedo to the end." Go Cats!
