Last night, in a dream, I was playing shortstop but the hits kept passing between my legs. I could see the balls coming toward me, but I couldn't move my hands to get to them.

Finally, as yet another grounder was coming my way, with great effort I was able to reach behind me and grab the ball that just passed. Then falling forward, and again with great effort, I turned toward the first baseman and pushed my arm forward for a shovel pass to him.

And punching my arm out in real life, I knocked the phone and alarm clock off of the nightstand in my hotel room. Which, of course, woke me up.

4.00 am. I couldn't get back to sleep after that.

True story. And the batter was clearly out.