I'm sort of saddened by the fact that I'm sitting through Twins losses and feeling nothing. I remember that feeling, but man, it's been a long time.

Not content to walk, Dread Pirate is riding a bike for MS this year. Make sure to check the sidebar and do some good for Will's wife, and many others.

I'm on the back half of a close-open. On Saturday-Sunday. What a morale killer.

Viva la Cinco de Mayo!

...who gets the first hit tonight? Does ANYONE get a hit tonight?

Well, I do sorta like Jered Weaver, Angels be damned.

I never got around to turning the game on last night. I meant to, and then it was 3-0, and then...well, it never happened. I should probably just accept that this is who the Twins are, and they're the only Twins I've got.

The verbal commitment was made yesterday, but today we should be finding out that the Milkmaid's getting a promotion that will nearly double her salary and take us to Tennessee, West Virginia, Washington, Hawai'i or Chicago. I don't care where we go - we'll be out of debt in no time and will finally be free to live our lives.

...well, not a lamb. Damn, it's hot here.

There was no Twins game to see, but seeing the Knicks lose in hilarious fashion was a day-saver, even against Miami.