Living in a dream world

It's 6:15 p.m. and in desperation I try to relay the events of my last dream to those around the dinner table...the table discussion has been on the dull side tonight and I try my best to spice things up.....

It all starts with the Riders' receiving corps, but there's a catch (no pun intended....or maybe intended but failed miserably and not able to admit it), I'm sitting watching the pre-game run out of the tunnel and as if on cue I see nothing more than a bunch of baby faced awkward youngsters running to and fro, keep in mind, these were not even the backup receivers of the Green and White, they were the backups of the backups.

To explain my state of sypnosis further, I'd like to tell you about a larger than life football loving friend i once had. His name was Chuck. Chuck was resilient, so resilient in fact he even had the gumption to try out for the football team as an O-Lineman. Unfortunately all things pointed toward the fact that though he had the size to be a successful blocker, he was nothing more than fat, a stationary blob of humanity standing ready. My coach, did not have the heart to cut the lad from the team and therefore mercifully made him 3rd string O-lineman, or in other words the guy who's not as good as the guy who's not good enough. The Riders' faced a cellar dwelling team with a 3rd string of receivers with the likes of Rob Bagg? Gerron Walker? Vincent Marshall?

Awakening in a state of panic i glance over at my clock

1:10 a.m.

first down 10 to go...okay we're good...

Rolling over I fall back to sleep waiting for what's next....

Next thing i know a score clock is staring me straight in the face....the clock reads

Winnipeg 31 Saskatchewan 14

At this time, I am now in semi-conciousness, very much aware of my my mother's futile hollers to awake me...."hold on a sec." I mumble back....I wanna stay in this a little while longer...things are apt to change. Floating back to my spot at Canad Inns Stadium, i arrive just in time to see Micheal Bishop, hands in face, throw a 60 yard rocket to Weston Dressler. outrunning coverage, Dressler leaps up and with outstretched hands reels the ball in. This could be the start of something big.

Following a rare two and out by the Bombers' offence the ball is back in the Rider's hands. A few plays later the ball is spotted at the Bombers 42 yard line. As if aligning the stars twice, Mike Bishop lays up a prayer for Marshall....sandwiched between two defenders, he hauls the ball in. The game is within reach....the rest is a blur.....another 2 and out somewhere in there.....a game tying field goal with 34 seconds left....possibility of overtime....possibility of oversleeping....

It was then and there that my head started spinning....as though hurtling through a never ending tunnel dizziness comes over me....and in one last instant two images flash through my mind. One is of a baby faced rookie by the name of Walker with a blood curdling laugh jumping up and snagging the ball out of nowhere just in time....the next moment I am being snapped back, held upright then kicked through two goal posts by a leg that looked similar to Luca Congi's.....suspended in mid air I let out one big scream... coming out more like a overjoyed cheer.

Glancing over at my alarm clock I stare in disbelief

The clock reads 0:00

It was then and there that i realized the power went out. No time left on the clock.

Scrambling to find out the real time I resort to the computer to find out and notice a notification on the right hand side of my screen

Notice reads: Riders' score 20 unanswered points in come from behind victory over Bombers.

Fingers firmly clenched around my skin, I give myself the hardest pinch i've ever given myself in my entire life hoping to float back into reality...It was then i realized that reality is here.

My Riders' really did pull it off


They really are in first place.


They really are that resilliant


I really am living the dream



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