I had a dream last night that I was sitting courtside as the Blazers were playing someone; I don't recall the opponent. Things started off well. Dame was killing it. Then we brought in two bigs off the bench. Zach was one, but I didn't recall the other. He had shaggy hair and looked scruffy. He was terrible. He gave up a 3 without even trying to defend. Dame answered with a layup at the other end. Then we came back, and this scruffy big guy's guy got the ball in the corner. He was under the basket and started to jog out to cover him when Donald Trump set a pick. No pun intended, but it was like he hit a wall and he fell backward across the lane and came up rubbing his shoulder. Guy hit another 3. I was going ballistic. So then this awful scrub got the ball way out by the logo and shot it! It almost went in. Luckily, Zach was there to clean up and put back the miss. I was still going nuts and the dream ended.
No doubt as that alone would turn it from a dream to a nightmare, but then again, he can't play basketball due to bone spurs, lol.
