rebelman25
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True story. About 3 days ago, I had a dream or nightmare I would call it. First off, I was born a little west of Knoxville (Oak Ridge area) but started listening to the Lady Vols on AM radio back in the late seventies. I live in Florida now and have for the past 33 years but still a die hard Vol fan. The only coaching that I have done is softball, recreational and competitive. However, every time that I pitch a bottle into the recycling bin, I tell my roommate to "Get Holly Warlick on the phone" (Now mind you that I am a 50 year old disabled man), because she might want to sign me to play. So, the other day, and this really bit me in the ass. I told roommate to keep his phone on 'cause Kelly might call and want to hire me. That night, no lie, I was having a dream where I had about 10 manila folders in my hand, standing by a lake, gentle breeze blowing and I was supposed to organize the UCONN women's basketball stats. The next thing I know is that I am sitting in what looked like a movie theater next to Geno and he had his arm around me and we were watching game film as he was training me! Oh hell no! I woke it and trust me, I was mad.