Sweet Dreams are made of these

In the last few hours of sleep this morning I had one dream on the brain--hard-boiled eggs. Unless they're deviled, or in egg salad, I'm not a huge fan of boiled eggs. But at 6:00 AM, I definitely am. I'm already forgetting, but I remember cracking it and peeling away the shell.

My wildest desires are shown to me then.

"I'm the 12th Man."

"Nuh-uh. I'm the 12th Man"

"Nuh-uh. I'm the 12th Man"

(This is a titillating re-enactment of two major entities, Texas A&M and the Seattle Seahawks, fighting over a concept.)