I was torn about whether or not I should share my Mason Rudolph dream in an article, because it kind of makes me feel like Lisa Simpson: “I want to help you, George Washington!”
God, even my dreams are square...or weird...or disturbing.
But, hey, you can’t help what or who you dream about, right?
Anyway, Monday night, as I was sound asleep in my apartment in Crafton, Pa., I started dreaming about Rudolph, the Steelers fourth-year quarterback out of Oklahoma State, the guy with the first-round grade, leading the offense.
I mean, he was in command, directing people where to go pre-snap, yelling authoritatively at the referee, and he seemed to be the leader that the Steelers could only, well, dream of.