The Dream Experiment


Adam Best, one of the lead writers at Arrowhead Addict and Fan Sided boss man, gave some of his underlings an assignment – name your dream sports day.  It had to be at least slightly conceivable – you know, logistically possible.

I thought about it.  I mulled it over.  I spent many sleepless nights thinking up a scenario that made sense.  What you can read after the jump is my dream sports day.

It’s a slightly crisp Sunday in October.  The Panthers are facing rival Tampa Bay at Bank of America Stadium.  By halftime, the Panthers are in total control leading 24-0.  Jon Gruden’s grimace grows more harsh with each turnover being forced by the relentless Panthers’ defense.  By the start of the third quarter, Gruden has been forced to put Chris Simms into the game and swallow his pride.  The Bucs get crushed by Carolina 38-0.

The game is over by 4:00 because of the brutal assault of the Carolina running game draining the clock.  This leaves me plenty of time to make my 6:00 flight from Charlotte-Douglas Airport.  I land in Atlanta and grab a cab to Turner Field.  It’s Game Seven of the World Series versus the hated Yankees.  I arrive in my seat during the bottom of the first inning.

Amazingly, John Smoltz has recovered and is starting.  He pitches a brilliant game into the seventh inning holding New York to only one hit.  Chipper Jones has homered twice and the Braves lead 2-0.  In comes Tom Glavine on only three days rest to close.  He is absolutely flawless closing the seventh with the final out and then through both the eighth and ninth innings.  The celebration will be on all night in Atlanta as we revel in both the World Series title and having vanquished the hated, Evil Empire!