How do I know this?
Because I had a dream about it last night. Yes, Travis Hafner was in my dream.
Here is how it went.
I was at a grocery store returning some kind of pickup truck. Why was I returning a pickup at a grocery store? Because I’m weird, I really don’t know.
Anyway, he struck up conversation with me, and he was relieved that he could still go out and not be hounded by fans. I told him that had to be nice.
So he invites me to sit down at a bar that was at the store (this sounds like a fantastic grocery store, by the way), and somehow I built the courage up to ask him if he used PEDs.
He said no, he hadn’t. It was his nagging shoulder and elbow that wouldn’t allow him to have a quick bat, and that in turn diminished his confidence, which led to his poor numbers. Then I was in a helicopter and a building blew up. Again, apparently I’m a weirdo.
I have alluded to the fact before that Hafner was one of the ‘roiders, but in the few minutes after I woke up, I wasn’t so sure. Even this second I am less convinced he used.
EDITORS NOTE: I am well aware that this is an asinine, stupid, and juvenile approach to form my opinions about Hafner.