Team USA

With the NBA Western Conference playoff race and March Madness going on, I've been following a ton of basketball lately, so I was bound to have a dream about it at some point ...

I'm somehow on the court as Jason Kidd is schooling the much smaller Jordan Farmar in the ways of being a point guard. I can't tell what the venue is, since the area surrounding the court is pitch black. I think there have been many Nike commercials like this. At some point, I take matters into my own hands and start beating Kidd to the punch. A pass goes into the corner of the court, and I get a hand on it, as Jason goes for the steal and ends up out of bounds. I spin towards the basket and go in for the lay-up, but it's short. The ball comes back down under the hoop and I have to pick it up off the pine. When I look back up, I'm in a crouch, so the basket seems like it's 15 feet above me. I throw it up and it goes and goes and goes until it falls through the net. When I look over to the sideline, there is a long, white banquet table with Team USA logos on the side. The first person I see sitting at the table is Don Nelson. The dream ends before I see anybody else.