I had a vivid dream the other night. I was at the circus, and a drunken lion-tamer was whipping a lion. Suddenly, the lion attacked him, ripped his arm off, and got loose, heading for the crowd - and straight for me. I closed my eyes, expecting the worst, but when I opened my eyes, the lion was gone, and the circus had turned into Miller Park. The Brewers bullpen was in the same spot where the lion cage had been. The crazed lion had literally turned into the Bullpen. Now, what does this all mean? Perhaps it means that the bullpen is going to be wild and uncontrollable. Perhaps it means that the bullpen will be powerful, and immune to bad management. Perhaps it means nothing at all. As a side note, I did dream that the Challenger exploded the night before it happened. And I also dreamed that a massive tidal wave swept my friends off the beach three days before the Tsunami in Asia. Hmmm...