Of Sheep and Wolves (and possibly even Big Foot)

I think someday Wolves head coach Κυριάκος Ραμπίδης will figure out a starting line-up and a regular rotation, and I won't go to Wolves games wondering which players will be inexplicably buried at the end of the bench tonight. When the Wolves lose to a Rockets team without Yao Ming or Tracy McGrady on a Wednesday night in front of a few thousand people (and that one guy who totally looks like Szczerbiak has to actually apologize to the sparse crowd for the poor quality of the opposition) it's hard for me to watch a couple journeyman players get heavy minutes while rookies sit. After coming from behind to win their opener, the Wolves have lost 13 straight, with a high degree of correlation between the score and whether or not they remember to rebound. They really desperately need K-Love back, unless this is some really elaborate ploy to get the a #4 overall pick (not a big enough market for a lottery pick) and keep racking up the rights to European players with no apparent ambition to play in the best league in the world.

Dear Old Man Talking Loudly on his iPhone,

When you approach me talking on your surprisingly discreet iPhone microphone and earpiece, it's a bit confusing when you LOOK ME RIGHT IN THE EYE and tell me all about how you just wanted to check in with me and admit that you were overthinking things. With the glassy-eyed look and nearly empty cup of wine in your hand, talking nonsense directly at total strangers and meandering aimlessly, it really looks like the kids took Grampa out for a night at the theater, but you snuck away at intermission for a glass of wine and couldn't find your way back. I feel that I could also reasonably note that the fact that you won't pause to draw breath for fear of letting the person on the other end of the phone interrupt your monologging about the strange salespeople at the Apple Store (believe me I understand) does also contribute to the whole crazy man who's decided the lobby is a good place to talk to his imaginary friend or rehearse his one man show "Get Off My Lawn!" . So please, don't do that. Thank you.

Sincerely,
Rufus