nba musings

I had a horrible nightmare over the weekend, where the following events occurred:

1. Two ravens named Ray flew in my window, found my Cheerios and promptly peed all over them.
2. Pete Carroll lost his mind and quit USC to fly to Washington and cavort with some seahawks.
3. Duke got stung by a giant bumblebee. [Or yellow jacket. What-ev.]
4. Some young, athletic hawks of the Atlanta variety hovered over a field of beautiful shamrocks and took a big crap.
5. A big buffoon named Shrek, I mean Rex, once dead on arrival, was resuscitated and advanced further into the playoffs than my beloved once dominant hoodie sweatshirt.

Oh and right before I woke up screaming, I could have sworn I also dreamt that Charles Barkley was starring in some really cringily racist episodes of MacGyver.

So in conclusion, birds and bees ruined my weekend.

Blah!