Going to bed with visions of badgers, wolverines and Nittany lions (oh, my!) in my head. Also, Spartans and JoePa. 'Course, I dream of Spartans and JoePa every night -- masked, sweaty, half-naked, carrying swords, wearing coke-bottle glasses. Sure wish I'd quit that dream; it's kinda freakin' me out. Actually, though, who knows what visions I'll have tonight? I pounded down, like, eight boilermakers in celebration.