Happy Opening Day, everybody! The long-awaited baseball season is finally here, and the possibilities are endless! Last night, I had a weirdly prophetic dream about the Chicago White Sox that I’d like to share with you all. In my dream, I got off at the L stop near the White Sox field. Fun Fact, their stadium is called ‘Guaranteed Rate Field.’ It’s almost as funny a name as the Smoothie King Center. After getting off the train, I could tell something was not right. There were no people around, despite it being the day of a big game. Even weirder, there was a bunch of pieces of tissue paper floating through the air and blowing in the wind. As I moved towards a bridge that connected the train platform to the stadium, I was stopped by Daniel Radcliffe brandishing a Sharpie. He drew a lightning bolt on my forehead and went on his merry way. I don’t know what this dream means for the White Sox this season, but if there’s any kind of lighting-related incident that occurs at one of their games, you can say I told you so.