26

Hey people, I turn 26 tomorrow. It will feel much better to be an even number again - I typically blame all bad luck during a given "odd" year on that fact - the oddness. There's a particular reason the Twins lost 99 games - all I'm sayin.

Speaking of Twins, I report to spring training in 8 days! I'm happy to report that my ulnar collateral ligament feels good, I'm in the best shape of my life (BSOML), and I'm ready to "battle my tail off" in the pursuit of sun, ballpark hotdogs, the sweet scent of Joe Mauer in the springtime, and a beer at a ballgame! Nothing better.

So trust me folks, next Thursday cannot come soon enough. I've been working hard, sleeping little, and I am ready for six days of nothing except the gentlemanly life of leisure in a semi-tropical climate. Funny thing about graduating from school - it typically does not end your stress level, as you once imagined, but on certain days and weeks, actually will increase it. That, my friends, is lame. But it is alright as well.

Okay, I'm out. Everyone enjoy my birthday tomorrow - I will celebrate with a research memo on trademark infringement, a burrito, and a church council meeting. Ideally, Ricky Rubio and my bff Kevin Love will remember the special nature tomorrow, and gift me a victory over the Clippers in LA...