o.k. so i guess i'm officially a francouer "freak". haha.
when i got off work yesterday (the traffic was awesome, btw) i went to wendell's to eat and decided to take a nap before the braves 8:05 game. just a short nap, supposedly, since it was after seven already.
i didn't wake up until after ten... and after having the weirdest dream. here it is:
i was at a braves game (imagine that) and was there early to see batting practice. i was wearing my gym pants and a long-sleeved, blue thermal shirt and flip-flops. jeff comes over and i ask him to autograph a baseball (in real life, it'd be my third autograph).
not only does he do that, but he also invited me into the dugout to meet the other players. i was excited but kept asking him, "where's smoltzie?" jeff told me he was inside the stadium signing autographs for other people.
without asking, jeff reached back and tugged me along into the locker room (i think). it was some big open space with tables arranged in a weird way and topped with lapel pins, the kind people exchanged at the olympics. i still didn't see smoltz.
i once again asked where he was and jeff told me he was in the back. before i could say another word, he again lead me to smoltz and to the front of the line where i got his autograph as well.
then i woke up, dammit.
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