May 30, 2004

Sorry Glenn

Well, I have two thingies to explain. The first is that the comments thing refuses to work normally, so your thing will just have to be posted later. Also, I have absolutely no desire to proofread my stuff, since I just wrote it and it is amazingly boring to do that kind of thing. Regardless, I will try and be nicer to your eyes. And your stomachs. Whatever. That's an inside joke that even I didn't get. Wow. So anyway, the Twins finally won a game, which is kind of nice. Hopefully they can win some more too. The Wolves are still alive for 24 hours, enjoy it while you can. It's been a nice run, Michael Olowkandi notwithstanding, but it will end on Monday Night. trust me on this one. Otherwise? Not oo much here. The Saints game was rained out, but so were almost all the other games on the Northern League schedule.
Posted by Greenmantle at 09:58 PM | Comments (1)

May 29, 2004

Wolves Win

I,m sorry to say it, but the Wolves only two wins in thi sseries have come with Sammy on hte bench. I'm sorry to say it, but we'll see you in training camp, Sammy. Otherwise, anice game, made way too tense by the sickening success of Los Angeles's amazing clutch shooters. Fortunately, they never learned how to foul so it's all right. I gotta go now, G.
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May 27, 2004

What a day

So, the Timberwolves lost. Big deal you say? Wel, not really. In fact, I don't what to talk about any sports right now. All my supposed "teams" are little better then amateur idiots. 'Nuff said. Meanhwile, in the rest o this wide world that we live in, I think I'll ramble again. Not only is it what I do best but it's also a cheap way of filling space. Well then, here goes... Oh dang, I can't think of anything? How about friendship. That's a good topic, isn't it? People have made fortunes writing about it. Not a bad business, eh? Full of lots of ambiguitys though. Too much of that squishing sound when you step on jello with leather shoes. Try it. on second thought, don't, it's a waste of jello. I was going to attempt to be sardonic there and say that it was a waste of leather shoes, but that really didn't make any sense. Not that anything I say ever really does make any sense, but this non-sensicalness really was just a pathetic attempt at humor. Did I mention the Wolves lost? Well, I just did, so you can start reading now. Stop, whatever. It really mkaes no difference to me at this juncture in time, seeing as if you are in fact reading this still you probably have other issues. Or you could be my biographer, or CIA handler. in either case, ha! You have to read this dribble while I can gambol about in the bright sunshine, drinking rum out of a handmade porcelian bottle from New Guinea. fun stuff, this CIA handling. They got to shadow you and rwally have no lives of their own. Not that I have a life, but I'm sure that you get the general idea. What I meant to say there was that I can have fun pretending to have a life while they, (the handler and biographer) look on in envy, but I guess it really doesn't work. Oh well, have a good day, I will try to have one, though I don't know if it'll work. bye
Posted by Greenmantle at 11:03 PM | Comments (0)

May 24, 2004

I doubt

I highly doubt that anyone will ever get to read this, but I'll write it anyway. Does me good it does. Write. I mean right. Well, both really. Here's my take on my life. My brain is built on some sort of wierd configuration that goes off in a million different directions at the same time. What I mean is that I have the gift of gab. Supersized. With fries. And a Coke. Well, maybe make that Diet, I've gotten good over the years. See what I mean, I bet that no one understood what I just wrote there. I won't bother explaining it, as what you don't know hopefully won't hurt you. Not too much else happening here. The Saints won, which is cute. Sammy practised today, and if he gives us 24 minutes and Derrick Martin gives us the rest I'll be happy. KG has got to start crashing the basket more, but I'll take a win and a scoreless night from him any day. all that matters is winning my friend, and I am being serious. If Brett throws forty picks this year, who cares? As long as we win the title I owuldn't care if Ahman Green had 20 fumbles. Knowing these two of course, it is very possible. Well, have a good night, and uh, enjoy Pentecost. bye
Posted by Greenmantle at 11:33 PM | Comments (1)

Stupid Frenchies

Andre lost in the first round today, and I think that the time has come for him to hang up his racket forever and go to meet the great stringer in the sky.
Posted by Greenmantle at 11:20 PM | Comments (0)

May 23, 2004

Oy!

Well, long time no read, eh? Miserable day at the dame I will not even bother to mention it. The Wolves will lose because of it. They only seem to win in the playoffs wjen the Twins win. The Saints are off to a nice start, 3-0, first time since their inaugral season. Cute. Not too much else here sports wise. Politics? I'll pay anyone all the cash in my posession to ensure that Kerry doesn't win. Several scandals with aids might be do the trick. Magic Johnson? Don't get it? Well, isn't that just typical. What I meant was aides, but the other version works nicely also. bye
Posted by Greenmantle at 05:46 PM | Comments (1)

May 19, 2004

Timberwolves Win!

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