This led us to the discussion of Stinky's attendance at Hogwarts School of Awesomeness And Wizardry (school funding, not being what it ought to be--they had to expand their focus). Her degree was undoubtedly well earned, particularly from Professor of Badassitude: Minerva McGonagall, Professor of Being Wicked Hardcore: Filius Flitwick, and Professor of Dude...Don't Even Try: Joe Mauer (he also was Quidditch coach for Keepers and Beaters)
I went to bed and tried not to think of the imminent doom that was likely to befall us again--another nonquality start, another deficit that we had made up--but probably would not hold on to. So into feverish dreams I fell...dreams about confiscating cellphones, and toys and reprimanding delinquent children, and suddenly being in a tree top canopy, precariously perched with Bert Blyleven as we huddled together for safety, and when we fell al seemed lost, until Bert used his magic curve ball to create a forcefield off the earth, save us both and earn me a position on the Twins Broadcast team.
Then I woke up--and we won...so while my fantasies and dreams of greatness didn't really make that happen, it was far more fun than suckage.