Thoughts on Being Tired

I'm exhausted and it blows. I have a bunch to do and even less time to do it. I want a nap. I want to sleep. Meh. Better luck tomorrow.

Thoughts on the NFL draft

I made it through 3 picks this year before I had to call it quits. I always think interesting things are going to happen, and then I realize how much I don't care. Why this event is so hyped is beyond me. I don't understand how people get so excited to see where somebody else's career is going to end up. I don't get this pumped to see if my neighbors job interviews go well, so why would I care where these people's careers end up. Hopefully next year's will be interesting and I can make it through 5 picks.

Thoughts on the Wild season ending

I'm a little disappointed. It always sucks when hometown teams get eliminated. But on second thought, I'm not that disappointed. I watched all the games and I only kinda cared when they won. Much like America, I care very little for hockey. Does that make hockey fans unpatriotic? That's a topic for another blog. To gauge my disappointment about there season being over I'll put it like this. I was more disappointed when my XBOX360 froze up on me mid game, but I am more disappointed about the Wild than I was when bit my lip about 15 minutes ago. Maybe next year gang.
p.s.
Good news coming from the elimination: No more hockey fans excercising their first amendment rights about the plight of the Wild. News to these fans: We are a bunch of goons.

Thoughts on Cabins

Time well wasted at a cabin this weekend. There are few things better than relaxing at a cabin. I don't even care if the water was still frozen. Who needs to swim when you have a deck of cards, a brick of cheese, and dozens upon dozens of bottles of beer. Ms. General's cabin is the place to be for me. This is even before the fishing opener, so imagine how much better it will become. I love beer, I love cribbage, I love fishing, I love the cabin.

Thoughts on golf

The Master's wrapped up this weekend and I couldn't care less. There's nothing worse than watching a round of golf. Except watching it for 4 straight days, or actually playing golf. In the words of The Judge, "It's human fetch...hit ball, chase ball, hit ball, chase ball." The only thing that saves the sport from being worse than AIDS is Tiger Woods. I can watch him win, but only the final hole. Even he is boring to watch for an entire round.
SIDE THOUGHTS ON TIGER WOODS:
He is one of those guys that is so good that I have a completely distorted view of who he is as a person. I see him leaving the course and immediately counting his money. I see him as the guy in a bar who doesn't bring money, because everybody is going to pick up his tab. I see him as someone who when he is losing a round, he walks past his opponent and says, "Good luck with this putt, and don't forget that the whole country is rooting against you." In other words, he is somebody I want to be.

Thoughts on the baseball game I'm watching currently

Joe Girardi officially just passed Ron Gardenhire in my book as being the worst manager in baseball. True I'm not a Yankees fan, but they are playing Boston, and I hate Boston. The situation that set me off was in the top of the 8th. Down by two runs, the Yanks had runners on first and second with nobody out. Former caveman Johnny Damon comes up to the plate. Conventional wisdom says you sacrifice bunt these runners to get second and third with one out. Scratch that, common baseball sense says you do this. You need the runners in scoring position. An infant would've made that call. But no, Girardi says swing away. And what happened? Groundball, double play, upset me. The inning ended on a groundball with the next batter. It was the dumbest move I've seen since a Ron Gardenhire boner last year pinchhitting Nick Punto for a 3-3 Alexi Casilla.
P.S. I hate Boston

Pet Peeves Version 2.0

Additions to my pet peeves in no particular order:

1. Frat boys- Who do they think they are? Why do they do the things they do? If it's not enough that they had to purchase their friends, they have the uncanny ability to exemplify the meaning of 'tool'. We get that you're cool and you're a carefree party animal. But sweet fucking christ, put a shirt on when you play a game of catch from 10ft apart from each other, limit your "Roofying" to 1 per month, and don't ever call me "bro." Or is it "brah."
2. Shirt Tags- They are itchy and pokey.
3. People Who Talk Politics in Social Settings- Message To These People: NOBODY CARES WHAT YOU THINK.
4. Hair Mussers- Leave my head alone. Yes my hair is a novelty since it is curly and red, but please leave me alone.
5. Shaving- I'd be much happier hairless.

Thoughts on the T-Wolves

If I hear one more time that college basketball is better than the NBA I will probably snap. There is nothing worse than having to sit through 40 min. of uncoordinated, dirty work type players playing a half court trap, while 90% of, the already low, scoring comes from offensive rebound putbacks, when there is a perfectly good league of professional players waiting to be watched on TNT. The NBA is head and shoulders above the NCAA in terms of talent, and entertainment value.
On to my real point...
My beloved Timberwolves aren't good. I'm not afraid to say it. They are a young group of players who are in a new system in a place where basketball isn't appreciated. However, they are still my beloved Timberwolves and I will stick with them through thick and thin (still waiting for the thick...maybe one day). The reasons for sticking with the team go as follows:

1. Shitty basketball is still 10 times better than good hockey. I am a supporter of our Minnesota Wild, but come on, how am I expected to sit through 60 min. of purposeless skating in order to cheer at shots on goal and a well executed neutral zone trap? Hockey is nothing more than glorified soccer, which is nothing more than glorified jogging, which is nothing more than glorified standing around doing nothing. Atleast with an NBA game you have the chance to see something amazing happen on a nightly basis. You get to watch world class athletes perform on the highest level. Incredible athletic ability is being combined with finesse skills. What these men can do with a ball that they aren't allowed to hold on to is nothing less than wizardry. Making a shot 20ft. into a hoop barely larger than the ball, with guys attempting to block it at all costs is pretty sweet. When the acrobatic moves are thrown into the mix it makes it even more entertaining.

2. No matter what, this is still my team. Kevin Garnett has been my favorite player since I was a little kid. The man was larger than life in my eyes. He was a superhero who made every moment watching special. But now he's gone. Kevin Mchale ripped out the hearts of all the kids who idolized K.G. for years when he traded him to Boston (which made it so much worse since I hate the city). Seeing K.G. wearing another jersey proudly on opening night broke my heart and I still haven't fully recovered. But the first step to recovery happened the next night when my team stepped on the court. The faces were new but the jersey remained the same. I love K.G., but I love the T-Wolves more. I now have the chance to follow a team and watch them grow from cellar dwellers to potential champions.

3. Despite one of the worst records in the league, this has been the 2nd most enjoyable season to watch in the teams history (2003-04 being the best). It's nice not having any expectations. With no expectations comes no disappointment. Coming into the season we only had one player that belonged in a starting rotation, Al Jefferson, and we had never seen him play. The rest of the team was fighting for a job. This lead to a season filled with young players getting the opportunity to show off their set of talents and skills in a no pressure situation. This also lead to some frustration, but what I saw made up for it. I was introduced to Al Jefferson, Sebastian Telfair, Ryan Gomes, Corey Brewer, and briefly Gerald Green this year, who teamed up with Randy Foye, Craig Smith and Rashad McCants to shock some of the Western Conference bigshots this year. These are the players that will make up this team for some years to come, besides Green. They are a cast of characters who have all the talent in the world, and we all get a chance to see them develop into something special.

4. Saturday December 8th. This was the day that these guys became my team. At that point in the season we only had 2 wins, and we were playing the best team in the NBA at that time, the Phoenix Suns. This just so happened to be one of the worst weekends I had in quite some time, so I needed a pick me up and they provided it. These young players did not back down. Big Al Jefferson owned a superstar, Amare Stoudemire, for 4 quarters. Sebastian Telfair played lockdown defense on 2-time MVP Steve Nash, not to mention having Nash's head snap back and forth while he zipped passes through the defense. McCants was knocking down shots, Craig Smith was banging down low, and watching Corey Brewer diving on the floor, intercepting passes, and being a pain in the ass of the Suns was awesome. The Suns underestimated us the entire 1st half, and when they turned it on in the 2nd half the Wolves matched them all the way. It was our night. In a frustrating season thus far, with close to no support in this state, they pulled off the win. There was no denying them that night, and there is no denying my loyalty to this team. I'm joining the Rashad Revolution, I'm riding Foye into the future, and Big Al is my new 'guy'. Screw everybody who jumped ship when K.G. left town, if you aren't still a fan we don't want you.

Thoughts on T-Wolves fans (as told by The Judge)

Thoughts on the T-Wolves “fans”

First of all, let me preface this rant by fully acknowledging the Timberwolves are having a down year.

However, this rough season does not give “fans” the right to turn their back on the team. Recently, I have been reading the comment boards on both the Star Tribune and Pioneer Press Web sites and have been disgusted with the posts. More and more people have been publicly abandoning the team. Are these not the same people who jumped on the bandwagon in 2003-04 when the team delighted us with the best regular-season record in the Western Conference and took us all the way to the Conference finals? (Side note: If Sam Cassell doesn’t get hurt the Wolves would have beat the Lakers and most likely beat Detroit in the Finals because the Wolves wouldn’t have mailed the series in and underestimated the Pistons like the Lakers did.) Where is the team loyalty? I realize that Kevin McHale is one of the worst GM’s in the NBA but that does not give the fans the right to abandon the team in their time of need.

Additionally, while people have been so busy insulting and ignoring the T-Wolves they have failed to see the potential in this team. Yes, we got rid of Kevin Garnett, but in return we received a future superstar in Al Jefferson, a potential All-Star in Ryan Gomes and a pleasant surprise in Sebastian Telfair. These three, along with a 100-percent Randy Foye, a more experienced Corey Brewer and, not to mention, a top-five draft pick make for quite the foundaion for a future powerhouse. Now this may be an overoptimistic view of the future of the Wolves but, to me, that is what a true fan does.

New rule, all Minnesotans who have given up on the Wolves this season are forever banned from the Target Center and can feel no joy when the Wolves inevitably return to the playoffs/contention in the next 2-5 years.