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The old man approaches. You smelt him before you saw him. His shuffling gait brings him ever closer, the knock of his crude walking stick echo in the darkness of this back alley.
You already regret coming here but when you're in a slump, you'll try just about anything to get out if it. "I'm such a fool," you say as you begin to turn to walk away.
"You're only a fool if you give up, boy," the old man says through his yellowed teeth.
He speaks of treasure beyond your wildest dreams. You tell him you're only interested in getting your game back on track. He assures you he can help, if you help him first. He needs you to enter a cave of wonder. You wonder if he's talking about buttstuff and you pause to consider for a second before he continues on, asking you to retrieve something for him and in return he'll turn you into a bonafide all-star.
Suddenly, Jaromir Jagr swoops in on a magic carpet, his majestic mullet flowing behind him as he veers toward you and lifts you onto the flying rug. He bursts into a Czech medley of "A Whole New World" and "Arabian Nights" as the two of you race across the horizon.

Suddenly, you awake. The old man. The Cave. Jagr. Sadly, it was all a dream. You begin to wonder if your ritual of watching Aladdin and downing a basket of jalapeno poppers before your pre-game nap is such a good idea after all. But just before the last remnants of your dream dissipates, you remember that dreaming about Jagr is never a bad thing and so you close your eyes and attempt to fall back into your new world.

"Arabian nights
Like Arabian dreams
This mystical land of magic and sand
Is more than it seems"