I had a dream where my wife’s long lost uncle in the Philippines passed away and left his youth hockey team to his closest Canadian relative, which was her. We moved to his small town to coach the team, who were a ragtag bunch of screw-ups.
I discovered that there was a little-known rule that you could substitute any player on your roster with a number of feral cats equal to the player’s weight, so we went and recruited the heaviest kid in town. We ended up winning the championship that season.
Pootie Tang don’t wah da tah to the shama cow.