True story: I had a dream last night that Bill Parcells was giving me a ride to the airport. But we were in my car. I did all the talking. At one point I opened the glove compartment and hundreds of unpaid parking tickets spilled out. I looked sheepishly at Parcells who just scowled at me. Then my dream changed to a cat walking around in sneakers. God I'm so riveting. It's a wonder how no one has bought the film rights to my life.