I woke up in a terrible mood this morning. My dreams had illustrated an uncomfortable reality.

In my REM state, I was anticipating some playoff baseball when the announcers informed me of some loophole caused by the international play enabling teams to claim players from opposing teams for the league championship series. Much to my chagrin, I looked on in horror while my beloved Red Sox third baseman George Clooney was suiting up for the Yankees. (I can only assume I find some subconscious connection between Clooney and fellow grey-haired handsomite Mike Lowell).

I walk up to him (because I'm on the Red Sox at this point in the dream maybe?) and put it out there: "What's the deal, Clooney?"

He just shrugged and said, "I go where they pay me."

Ultimately, we're cheering for laundry. Happy playoffs. (Although it did feel pretty good moments later to see a crushed Derek Jeter forced by the loophole to wear a Tampa Bay Devil Rays uniform).