Blog Down, Chicago Bears

Last night, I dreamt Nick Hill text-messaged me. Weird, right? 

In the dream, the former Saluki sent me some G-rated pictures – unlike last week; thanks, John McCain — but I really wasn’t sure why. Initially, I was taken aback that he even knew me and vice versa. After my dream evolved to Hill and I throwing the pigskin around, it became clear that I was good friends with a Chicago Bears quarterback. Niiiiiiiice.

Still, I think I’d rather be homies with Kyle Orton. Instead of sending me headshots and playing catch, he’d at least introduce me to vodka and hookers.