Sometime this morning I had a strange dream. It would have been a damn good dream if it wasn't for the way it ended. Basically I was dreaming about Miguel Cotto fighting Paul Williams. Yeah, and the **** was almost real, maybe because I had just watched boxing on HBO last night.
Anyway, Williams was working Cotto from a distance for the first 3-4 rounds, when Paul caught Cotto with a big right hand and dropped him flat on his back. Here's where the WTF part comes. Paul then walks to the neutral corner, but the ref is not counting yet. Paul climbs up to the top rope, leaps off and frog splashes Miguel Cotto! Yeah, WTF? Then he lays on him, the Ref counts to three, Paul gets off of him and the ref continues to count Miguel Cotto out. I don't remember much after that, I think I woke up.
What the hell does this dream means? I did have a few beers last night.
Anyway, Williams was working Cotto from a distance for the first 3-4 rounds, when Paul caught Cotto with a big right hand and dropped him flat on his back. Here's where the WTF part comes. Paul then walks to the neutral corner, but the ref is not counting yet. Paul climbs up to the top rope, leaps off and frog splashes Miguel Cotto! Yeah, WTF? Then he lays on him, the Ref counts to three, Paul gets off of him and the ref continues to count Miguel Cotto out. I don't remember much after that, I think I woke up.
What the hell does this dream means? I did have a few beers last night.

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