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The other night I had a dream that the Lehigh-Xavier game was going to be played in Africa and I managed to get one of the last tickets. It was a real bargain, too, only 5000 Ugandan Shillings (about $2). However, the bus going to the game was full, so I had to take a Boda-boda to get there. When I arrived at the stadium, I found my seat, sitting next to a tweed-suited middle-aged woman with a real librarian vibe, who turned out to be the dean of Lehigh. We were chatting, waiting for the game to start, when the announcer said that the game was cancelled, but we were all welcome to stick around for a production of Putnam County Spelling Bee. I cast my eyes heavenward, where I saw giant pan-fried tilapia swimming lazily in the sky.

Then I woke up.