Howdy! Notice anything different? Look around a lil... Yep -- you've got it! New Design! *ding!*

I launched this puppy last night at 9pm. From work. Yes -- I was at work until 9pm! I'm a fucking workaholic or some shit!

So I'm digging the new look so far. Are you digging it? Do you dig? I mean, no pressure -- but dig it, foo! Dig that shit! Hee. Hopefully I'll still be enjoying this design in a couple months. But then again, I may end up hating it, like usual. Well, not hating... but really sick of, if that makes sense. Aaaaanyway...

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Let's talk Timberwolves, shall we?

Last night the top spot in the west was up for grabs as my beloved Timberwolves took on the Sacramento Kings at hostile Arco Arena. The Wolves showed heart and grit and downed the Kings, 94-86 -- our second win at Arco this year! Huge game. Just yoooge, as Donald Trump would say.

It was a great matchup from the start. Good game, back and forth, fast, solid play all around. The Kings built an 11 point lead, but the Wolves came out and put the clamps on in the fourth quarter. Clutch. Ooh. It was delicious. We, as T-Hud says, "Sh Shut Sh Shut Sh Shut 'Em Down!"

And now? Now we're sitting all alone atop the Western Conference. Hell yeah, baby! If we win the rest of our games (3 left!), we're assured a #1 seed in the playoffs. How sweet is that?

So Lins, the wife, is in Iowa -- it's her annual "I have Good Friday off and you don't so I'm going home, nanny nanny boo boo" visit. Since we're both huge Wolves fans, last night during the game, we kept in touch via Text Messaging. (Gotta love technology!) Highlights from the text fest include:

• After Brad Miller fouled out via a mean and unnecessary flagrant foul: "Miller is such a fucking PUNK! (and an idiot! Ha!) GO WOLVES!!!"
• Since Charles Barkley takes any and all chances to bet against and talk trash about the Wolves -- he constantly "predicts" their downfall: "God! Why does Charles ALWAYS rip on MN? ALWAYS!!!" and then, after the delicious victory: "Eat it, Charles!"

I mean, there were other good texts, but in the interest of not typing the word BITCH in all caps over and over again -- I'll spare you, kind reader. Let's just say that I was dropping Chappelle's Show quotes with relation to Sam Cassell and his clutch play.

You know what? Timberwolves games just aren't the same without Lins. So I was tickled that we could keep in touch -- even though she was all the way in Davenport, Iowa. Hee.

Thanks for reading y'all. Talk again soon!
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