In Which I Have a Really Weird Dream

I'm at this Phillies game with my little sister, and the Phillies promotional marketing folks have this gimmick where they randomly select a person from the crowd to take an at-bat during the third inning--facing the opposing pitcher, actually a part of the game. The victim wins a car or something if he/she manages to get on base, sort of like those half-court shots they do at basketball games. It took me until 15 minutes after I woke up to realize that this would be a really, really bad real-life idea. My sister somehow gets selected, and she goes down onto the field and promptly hits a home run to center. The crowd goes nuts, so she's inserted into the lineup for the rest of the game as a designated hitter (that's the nightmare part of the dream--the designated hitter rule has been extended to the NL).

She hits another dinger before the game's over--a two-run shot. Then the next morning, I look through the sports section of the Inquirer to see what they had to say about the game. Nothing. Then I woke up.

I didn't say it was an interesting dream.

In other news, we went to visit my aunt, uncle, and two cousins yesterday. My five-year old cousin was pounding on the chest of this battery-operated frog toy that wasn't working, yelling, "RBI! RBI!" Took a few seconds for us to realize he meant CPR.