Somebody in Minnesota loves me.

I have a coffee mug that reminds me on a daily basis that someone in Minnesota loves me. Until two weeks ago I had no idea who this mystery Minnesotan was. I have only met one person from Minnesota that I can remember, and it was a brief meeting when I was eight years old outside of a wedding.
My brother and I wondered off to a local car dealership during the reception and saw some giant gawky guy signing autographs at a car dealership. It was Kevin McHale. he seemed like a really cool guy and he didn't mind talking to a kid that had little idea of who he was or what was the objective in the sport of basketball.
Throughout middle school, I had played basketball a total four or five times and I was horrible. I couldn't dribble, shoot, pass, or rebound. If you counted my fouling, turn-overs, and airballs, I probably averaged a cripple double for each five minutes of play. It wasn't until I watched the aging big three for a few games that I realized how the game was supposed to played.
It turns out that it is Kevin McHale in MInnesota that loves me. He sent me an early birthday gift in the form of Kevin Garnett, also known as the billionaires Antoine Walker. Garnett has the same versatility of Antoine, but instead of being average at everything, he seems to be good to great at everything. I'm looking forward to cheering for a few extra victories, but I really can't wait to see Scot Pollard and Scal at the end of the bench high-fiving as Pierce Slashes, Garnett boards, and Allen knocks down the deep three.