Mark Pressman

As someone who wasn't homeschooled, I can only imagine how bad recess must have been for those poor kids. As someone who isn't an incredible athlete or a rock star, I can only imagine what it must feel like to be swarmed by autograph-seeking mobs and bevies of beauties throwing themselves at you. As someone who isn't particularly fond of pasta, I can only imagine how Clemenza might have despised me.

But that's what I enjoy doing. Imagining. My wife says I don't just talk in my sleep, I play out complete scenes and laugh.

And, yes, she finds it unnerving. But I can only imagine.