Me & EMINEM

Ok, last night was a tough night to say the least. I wanted to reach into my TV and pants Wade in front of the entire Miami crowd and I was even willing to suffer the consequences of the crown wrath. Since that can't really happen the only choice I was left with was to change the channel IMMEDIATLY after the game ended to as to avoid my brain being scrambled by his inability to construct a proper sentence.

I went to bed angry not to mention I read a chapter or two of A Million Little Pieces by James Frey before turning off the lights. Basically it's a book where every other word is F.; the holes are filled with a dude that is addicted to pretty much everything going through detox...and it's not going well. In other words it's an angry book.

I had a dream this morning of note that I believe stem from the game anger and the book rage.

I'm sitting at a diner type restaurant and across the table from me is EMINEM...that's right, Marshall Mathers. We're just chilling eating dinner and talking about music and my cousins are playing volleyball outside the window. Marshal asks me if I know them and I say yes, they're my cousins. Then he tells me he wants to play too. That's it...then it ends. Who knows what could have happened if my alarm didn't go off.

I could have been his new producer, 50 Cent could have walked in, anything is possible.

Regardless, you don't get much more rage than EMINEM unless you're entering prison territory and I'm pretty glad that didn't happen.

Here's my theory about the dream. I'm eating with EMINEM because he's a rapper....Dirk loves rap. Dirk is also no doubt stricken with anger right now and is turning to rap to release that tension. In an effort to put those emotions towards something with purpose he has turned to the court, much like M joining in a friendly game of volleyball. Needless to say when it all comes down to it Dirk is busy getting his edge back while Shaq is being mauled by his "husky" daughters.

Meanwhile Stack is hitting 3 after 3 in the practice gym while his personal assistant is sticking pins in his Wade voodoo doll, so he can have plenty of excuses to tell the media when the Heat lose the NBA Finals.