In the 10 minutes my alarm clock gave me to snooze this morning, I had a dream I was on the Brewers. I was playing a fourth OF position, like on a softball team. Braun was in RF, Segura was at 2B, Yuni was at SS, and I was in short RF. We were up something like 8-2 in the bottom of the 9th and just kept screwing up left and right. On one play, a runner on first for some reason decided to jog to second while the ball was actually in the first baseman's hand. The first baseman threw it to Yuni on second, but Yuni inexplicably decided not to tag the runner. I started yelling at him, but he couldn't hear me. With two outs, it looked like the game would finally end (we were only up 2 now) when someone hit a routine fly to me. But Segura essentially screened me and kept pushing me back, even though I called for the ball. He kept pushing me farther and farther back until even he was too far back and the ball fell in front of him. We finally won and then went through the high five line with the other team, which turned out to be comprised of little kids.