April 18, 2008
I'm not sure whether to be amused or disturbed by that, but it's definitely one or the other. At this point, it's probably safe to say that we can all look forward to the Star Tribune's upcoming coverage of my dad walking his dog and my cousin going to the grocery store.
Her younger sister cashed in some frequent-flyer miles, so Judi Gleeman boarded a plane at Minneapolis-St. Paul International Airport Tuesday afternoon, arrived in Milwaukee a few hours before the opening tap and prayed Kevin Garnett would play for Boston in an otherwise meaningless, late-season game. He scored 21 points in 20 minutes before sitting down in the third quarter of an overtime victory over the Bucks.
She's 58 and a controller for a mortgage company. Her sister, Jane Gallop, is 55 and lives in Milwaukee.
"Somebody should know there's these crazy old ladies who love NBA basketball," said Gleeman, who describes herself as a "Jewish broad living in Minnetonka."
She has been a Garnett fan "since the beginning" and remembers taking her son, Aaron, now 25, to Wolves games when he just a boy.
Her sister bought $121 tickets for Tuesday's game. "You've got to be able to hear the squeak of their shoes," she said. "I don't take a vacation very often. I wore my Timberwolves [Kevin Garnett] MVP shirt with my green Celtics beads. It was great."
For anyone who missed my column earlier this week about Liriano's first post-surgery start, you can check it out over at MinnPost.
Once you're done here, check out my latest "Daily Dose" column over at Rotoworld.