Just read my entire archives. Man, was some of my stuff bad. Oh well. Shows improvement, and that's a good thing.

And so, the disclaimer: Feel free to browse the archives, but don't hold me against anything I've said back there. I disagree with parts of it.

I also noticed a few different apperances of the Anaheim Angels, such as way back in Spring Training, when I noted that they were the only team in the AL better than the Twins in Spring Training. Weird wild wacky stuff.

Saw "My Big Fat Greek Wedding" on Saturday. Brilliant movie. Funniest movie I've ever seen. So many gags, so many jokes. You're laughing every minute, and it's appropriate for all ages (though the younger lads probably would get bored with it), including the senior citizens of America, who can be offended easily: My grandparents recommended it. I didn't even know they went to movies anymore. And those who are scared of it because N'Sync's Joey Fatone is in it: He has about three lines, and stays out of the way for the rest. It doesn't ruin the movie. He's used more as a prop than a character. Now excuse me while I try some Windex on this rash.

Oh, what else? There's a sniper on the loose; news-worthy. But what am I going to say about it? I think it's bad. So does everyone else.

Vikings are as good as dead. Timberwolves seem to be doing alright in the pre-season, but it's the pre-season. Just wait until round one of the NBA Playoffs. The Wild were undefeated in pre-season, but, once again, pre-season. I think the NHL regular season has started. I think I'll find my way to a Wild game this season; I'd really love to see the Xcel Energy Center, and an actual NHL game. I don't care much for hockey, but I'm Minnesotan, so I have to go to at least one game in my childhood. Or else I'm evil, or something. Now can I wear my Wild t-shirt, or should I bring a sweater? Yeah, I'm new to this.

Tired, tired, but four day weekend, so no bed for a while. Plus, my sister conviently fell asleep in my bed. Oy. That means I get to face her wrath waking her up. She doesn't wake easy.

AND CAN SOMEONE PLEASE TELL ME IF BOB BARKER DIED OR NOT?!

It's been a long day. Long, confusing day.

There once was a land named Whosville. The Whos in Whosville were hard-working, fun-loving people, who loved to earn their money and then spend it on the various attractions around Whosville. Except one. The Whosville Whos, the local baseball team. The Whosville Whos, you see, were not playing very good baseball, and the Whos of Whosville didn't feel like seeing the Whosville Whos lose all the time. But in a Whodollar dominated game, with no Whos attending the games, that meant the Whosville Whos couldn't get good players to help the team improve. But the Whosville Whos developed a strong farm system, and with a lot of hard work, they had developed a good, home-grown baseball team. One season, the Whosville Whos started to win. Some of the Whos in Whosville caught on, and attended games. Things were looking promising for the Whosville Whos, but they just missed the playoffs.

Just after the World Series, two evil Grinches, one the commissioner of baseball, and the other the Whosville Whos owner, decided they'd ruin the hopes and dreams of the Whosville Whos of ever becoming, once again, a Championship baseball team. Aghast at the news, all the Whos in Whosville started to protest the idea. There were rallies and protests. There were web sites made by Whos in Whosville pleading with the Grinches. And, most importantly, some of the Whos in Whosville took the matter to the Whosville courts, and won. The Whosville Whos would last at least one more season. The Whosville Whos all rejoiced at the news, as they liked playing in Whosville and knew they could go much further this season.

And thus began the long road. It started far south of Whosville, in another town, in a whole 'nother state, a whole 'nother land, with a very different climate. There, the Whosville Whos could prepare without battling the cold weather of Whosville. April 1st came, and the Whosville Whos played their first of 162 (or more!) games that they could not have been playing if the Grinches plans wouldn't have been blocked. And they won. And through the months they went, going to many different towns to face many different other teams, and they continued to pile on wins, and stay ahead of the other teams. After many moons, the Whosville Whos clinched a playoff spot, and not only did the Whosville Whos rejoice, but so did all the Whos in Whosville.

The Whosville Whos entered the playoffs facing a team that seemed much bigger and much stronger and ultimately much better than them. But the small Whosville Whos managed to beat such an ominous team and move onward in the playoffs.

Their next opponents, however, were built much like them. Almost as if they were ... Twins or some kind of self-reflective guardian Angels. The Whosville Whos thought they were very unique from all the other teams in the playoffs, but this was not so. This other team had been built nearly identically, and they even had to face a "Goliath" of an opponent previous to this round. The Whosville Whos were quite good at defying odds against bigger competition, but how would they fare when they were even with a team?

Unfortunately for the Whos in Whosville, they didn't fare well at all, and were ultimately defeated. And somewhere, the Grinches smirked. But they will not smirk for long, because while their cold hearts of evil may freeze especially cold on this day, in just a few months, the same team of Whosville Whos will be at it again, and perhaps this time, the Grinches will be defeated by the Whosville Whos and the people they represent.

A very big thanks and congratulations to the Minnesota Twins, reigning a love for baseball, and especially Twins baseball, into Minnesota. Especially since the Vikings suck this season. Five games in 2001, six games in 2002, so I'll be shooting for seven in 2003. Hopefully I'll get to see a few in Kansas City or Chicago or even Boston or New York (all have been mentioned by my parents for next season). But the Grinches have taught me a lesson, and I don't see how, win or lose, I can ever lose my interest in the Twins ever again. Baseball will always be my first love. Here's to a restful off-season and an excellent, hopefully less worrisome 2003 Season!