10/06/2006
"Why don't you purify yourself in the waters of Lake Minnetonka?"
I'm off to the Great White North to witness some nuptials -- Cookman and The Double J (loyal FYC readers have cyber-met them before) are finally tying the knot -- and I get to use my vast experience with playoff chokery to help out some ailing Twins fans. So I'll leave you with what I think about whenever I think of Minnesota: That funky little Johavan chap we call Prince.
Or, more specifically, Prince playing basketball.
Or, more specifically, Prince playing basketball.