Originally Posted by
Darrell KSR
I hesitate on whether I should tell this on myself. But fools rush in, they say, so here I go...
My sleep is... erratic. I usually go to sleep fine, 9 times out of 10. But my sleep is almost always interrupted and I do not return to sleep.
Sometimes I have nightmares. Normal stuff. Falling off a cliff, or forgetting to attend classes or something. If it's scary, I'm usually shouting something, "get out! Go away!" Or whatever.
That's when my wife nudges me and wakes me up. I always remember the nightmare, then sorta chuckle at how dumb it was, and try to get back to sleep.
Last night was different. Way different. Like, never before kind of different.
First, I don't remember my dream. Not one bit of it. In fact, my wife could be pulling a joke on me. But she's not. It's true.
Apparently last night she decided not to wake me. Normally my dream/nightmares are punctuated with grunts, a shout of "get out," sometimes a "help," or whatever. Not last night.
This morning she asked me how the team did. I didn't know what she was talking about. She said she let me sleep through it last night because I was having entire conversations. (Note to self: that is scary in itself.)
Anyway, she said it was hysterical and she didn't want to stop me. Apparently I was yelling, "Shoot the F'ing ball. Drive the F'ing ball. Finish the F'ing layup."
She said like every other word was an F-bomb.
Now, what makes this so funny is that's just not a curse word I use. Oh, have I ever said, "F," I can't believe that call? Or whatever? Sure. But pretty rare, and even more rare to use the "ing" version.
And of course, I'm not coaching anybody right now.
And the only game I watched yesterday was Kentucky, and I was thrilled with our play.
Just cuckoo.
I read a story about Dr. Oz being caught saying something like, "that F'ing girl reporter," just before I went to bed, and I GUESS my subconscious picked up on that, plus the basketball game, conflated the two, and created a scenario where it would make sense.
I guess. Or maybe I'm just cuckoo. Either way...
Oh, FWIW, I told my son about it today. I coached him 8 years in basketball. He told me it was obviously pent up rage from coaching the middle school team all those years and holding in what I REALLY wanted to say.
That may have more merit.
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