Three Dreams I’ve Had About Baseball

Caravaggio’s The Incredulity of Saint Thomas.

Here are three dreams I’ve had about baseball:

1. I’m at a familiar cafe in Madison, WI. One moment, the barista is there, behind the counter like normal; the next, he’s gone, replaced by Dick Allen. No one seems to notice, except for… no, it couldn’t be… yes, it is… Haley Joel Osment.

2. I’m at a Cape Cod League game — between Orleans and Chatham, specifically. Beside me sits a wealthy, sunburned man in a polo shirt, eating a hot dog. He burps. Surprisingly, a $20 bill comes out of his mouth, falls at our feet. “You keep it,” says. “I’ve got plenty of’em.”

3. I’m at the Sanssouci Museum in Potsdam, Germany, standing before Caravaggio’s famous painting, The Incredulity of Saint Thomas. Except, instead of St. Thomas, it’s Dr. James Andrews. And, instead of Jesus, I see Mark Prior.