doodledee

KC took me to a Timberwolves game last night down at the filthy-seated Target Center. It was great. We had the best tickets I've ever had for a game, even better than the ones I used to get when I consulted for a dot-com back in the halcyon late-90's. We also had a great view of Jesse, who was eager to cheer for everything on the court, but couldn't manage to clap when a couple local boys who had been shot up during the Iraq war were introduced to the crowd. Other highlights included the fact that we won the game and that KC and I held hands for the entire 3rd quarter.

It's odd that I so rarely write about the Wolves. I watch basically every game they play, so you'd think I'd be going crazy about our chances this year. Well I am, but I guess that's only on the inside. Funny how that works.

I also saw Oliver Miller in the skyways again. He was still big.