Better use that CoC title while I can.

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

I've got a full house for Wrestlemania today, leading into the Twins opener tomorrow. And I have both days off. If you remove the funeral, this has been a pretty decent vacation.

I couldn't wait to move out of Blue Earth when I was young, but it really isn't all that bad. Main Street is fairly charming. It's certainly got more personality than the average suburb.

I'm still down here; my grandfather's funeral is Saturday morning. Then it's back home for Wrestlemania, and then the home opener, which I'll be attending (on the Budweiser deck, no less; the Milkmaid gets some comps through work).

...of my grandfather. Probably. Soon.

He would appreciate the smartass running gag.

My grandpa has been gone for a year or so. His mind left him, and first he forgot the youngest grandkid, then the next, and so on. Then my generation left, and eventually, so did his own children and wife (who's been gone since 2004). Still, his impending death - I've been told to expect it within the next couple of days - is proving tough to deal with. Grandpa Wells overcame alcoholism on January 1st, 1980 in an extremely rare instance of a successful New Year's resolution. He shed his anger for a better version of himself, to the point where those of us in my generation sometimes have a hard time believing he spent so many years battling demons.

Grandpa Wells was a huge Twins fan. I suppose I'm sad he didn't get to see the next upswing of the team, but he was glued to the set during the two world championships, so it's all good.

I'm fine, I think. I don't know how I'll react when the call comes in, but all the same, he's been gone for a while and therefore the big moment of catharsis probably isn't around the corner. Instead, this is one of those losses where I have to remind myself that a part of me is gone, even if it was such a gradual loss that I never saw it coming.

Hug your loved ones, or whatever. I certainly don't have anything new to add to the conversation about death, but I do know it sucks. Love to all of you, Citizens.

Not that I had any rooting interest in the WBC, but it's kind of annoying that the States won the tournament when I didn't have the means to see it.

My new least favorite recurring email.

The WBC Semifinals start tonight. I guess it's been a good tournament. Wish I had the means to see more of the games.

Your booty is in trouble