Tuesday, April 27, 2010

I dreamed I was John Kuester

Last night I dreamed I was John Kuester. That's right, UNC pretty slow white boy point guard from the 70s. For some reason, when the rest of the team headed off to the game, I told them I'd catch up. My friend Jimmy Braddock stuck around with me. We did something like clipped our toe nails, and then headed off to the game at in an old beat up van. There was traffic.  We were already almost late when we arrived at Carmichael Auditorium.  That's when I realized the game was actually at the Dean Dome. Whoops.  We headed off, but we lost our way, and the van broke down.  I stopped and asked for directions and also a ride from this nice lady.  She said she could help us out, but she sort of lollygagged.  As we were headed there, I realized how incredibly embarassing it was going to be, that we were going to be late, and that the game couldn't really be played without us, but it was on network television, and they couldn't hold up the network.  Boy was coach gonna be mad...

This is a pretty elaborate spin on a classic dream, eh?

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

This dream has some serious flaws. First off, Kuester graduated in '77, Braddock in the mid 80's so they never would have been on the same team. Second, if the van broke down near Carmichael it would have been a lot easier for you (and Jimmy) to run to the Dean Dome instead. And lastly, in the mid 70's or mid 80's the Dean Dome was still merely a sketch on Glen Corley's desk. The next time you decide to dream at least try to be somewhat accurate.

Graham Blaylock Pendergrass said...

Gosh. Funny how dreams are like that.