Very strange dreams last night. I was at a fairgrounds somewhere (might have been San Jose), and there was this massive convention of conventions… there were dozens, or hundreds of huge buildings (like the size of a convention hall) and in each one was a different type of convention. Also, in one of the buildings they were holding the NFL draft. Some of my family was there – my sister had a table at the ‘Crafts’ convention and was selling some kind of tchotchkes. I was there as the interim general manager for the New York Jets, and spent some time with Brett Favre, talking about whether he would come back. He told me “I’m willing, but my legs don’t have what they used to.” I agreed, but told him that his arm was the important thing, and I’d go get the best defensive line and wide receiver to play with him. Later in the dream, I was wandering around, but someone sidetracked me and made me a better offer: to become the GM and Coach of Tampa Bay Bucs. “Of Course!” I thought, then started to make plans on how I could get Favre over there. Bear in mind that I’m not really a huge football fan, although I love listening to John Madden on the radio in the morning.