If ‘Field of Dreams’ Happened to Me

If Field of Dreams happened to me, I wouldn’t be typing this right now.

That’s primarily due to the fact that if I went around telling people that I was hearing whispering voices telling me that if I built it they would come and that sometimes they would whisper to me that I should go the distance, I’m pretty sure someone from the county would say something like, “Yeah, we’ll make sure you go the distance buddy,” while putting me in a straight-jacket that restricted by hands and disallowed me from typing in this blog.

At least, that would be the case if Field of Dreams happened to me.