... in a dream last night. I've had football dreams before, but this was the most bizarre, ever: I was living in a roominghouse with T.O. and some other people. T.O.'s room was next to mine. I finally got fed up with his nonsense and took a hammer to him, but that didn't do it completely. An old girlfriend of mine (now married and a mother) suddenly showed up and finished him off with a gun. I was not a suspect in the ensuing murder investigation, but knew I would be questioned by authorities as a possible witness. The chief investigator was Steve Mariucci. I swear to God, I really had this dream.