I wish I could say I went to espn and this was the first scenario that popped up when I went to the draft lottery...

Still, I was willing to click on it all night until I got this result...

I know there's no point in wishing, but tonight was pretty sh*tty so I was trying to look for a bright side somewhere and winning the lottery seemed to be the only one.  

And from here on it's rambles to meet the word requirement.  Lots of strange things can happen from year to year.  Maybe there will be snipers at all the playoff games this year leading to a dominant golden state team next year laden with talent.  Okay, that's not very nice, but I heard it on the simpsons, something about the isotopes winning the championship because there was a sniper at the all-star game

 

 

I just wanted to drop in for a quick word and congratulate the team and the rest of those who've been following the warriors courts for a long time.

For those who don't remember me, don't bother remembering.
For the rest I'm just happy for all of you.  I never really was into basketball until this year.  I decided to follow the Warriors at the start of the year and see what happens.  I'm glad it's turned out well for all the true fans up until this point.
Sorry i couldn't keep up my posts all season, but in many ways i was just intruding.  I don't have the internet now anyway.

Warriors put the more points in the hoopnet all through the playoffs.

PS
I made up the part about having a dog named "Steve Kerr 4-3"

Is there any news to talk about other than the trade?  I believe everything has probably been said about the trade, but I wonder if Adonalgland was considered around the league as a three point shooting threat with a 40% if we could have gotten the Pacers to take him too.  If only Adonalglad was considered to do many of the `little things' like some people say of DUNDUN then maybe his contract will be gone.  Of course, people say a player does little things when they don't do any big things and aren't very good.  I'm glad that Adonalgland will continue to eat toaster strudel in the California city.  
Many talking heads who speak in written words on the internet say the Indiana City Pacers team wanted to get rid of bad men like Jackson.  One time I went out behind my house in the woods and shot a gun.  If there are no night clubs around to hear a shot did the gun really go bang?  I think I will invite Mr. Jackson to my house this summer to shoot guns and if it ends up on the ESPN wire then we'll know the answer.
When a Jacques knows what an NBA basketball trade is in Holland does he really exist?
The goldenstateofmind never stops giving.  I would like to be given more info on the time when Trojan Murphy got kicked in the head by that Noobie Newble.
Has someone already started a thread about telling their favorite DUNDUN/MURPH/IKE/McLeod stories?
My favorite DUNDEEDUN moment:  the times when he looked like an alien (always)
I remember when I didn't know McLeod from Barnes and then Barnes scored 30 and I forget who McLeod was.
Share the stories of their times.  I don't know many, but want to have them in my brain to think about when I don't want to think about driving an automobile or breathing.

There is only one way to trade for Corey Maggette and that is two minutes before gametime on the floor with the clippers.  Mike Duneleavy and Maggette trade their basketball tanktop jerseys and then go play in the game with the one result being that one of them gets hurt and the other one gets 40 points in the hoop net.  That is the only way to properly make a trade in these circumstances.  Also, the big developmentally challenged leaguer, MR PATrick OB is going to be involved in the trade.  That is the reason he is getting brought back up to the big time.  They should fill his car with honey.  Which would be really mean, but no one ever does that.  Honey!
A good prank to try on a friend who really isn't a friend or a person who you do not like and never will like is to freeze 4 or 5 cans of shaving cream and then cut a hole in each of them.  With the hole cut you toss them in the persons car and as the shaving cream thaws it leaks out of the can and fills their entire car and if you put enough cans in the pressure will be so great that their windows will pop out I think and that is the imagination of my mind at the moment.
One time on Halloween a friend of mine stole a bunch of chickens from a farm and put them in random cars the rest of the night.
I want to say hello to Jacques.  I think you and I could become great friends across oceans because we both do not know much about the basketball rules.  I urge you to make a diary post everyday about playing basketball in Holland.  I think you should make a journal about carrying a basketball around with you wherever you go and the reactions you get.  Or you could say, "Holland Jacques for threeeeeeeeeeeee" whenever you do something good like eat a sandwich or parallel park or win the basketball dynasty on the video game station system.  
A note to PATrick OB:
When you get to the point where you're average production can be replaced by a bum on the street then it is apparent you're trying to hard and thinking about too many things.  I once took part in this test where they made you lift 300 pounds of free weight in squats while holding a marble on your tongue as it was stuck out and then they asked us simple math questions.  No one could do all three.  Most of the people either dropped the marble and answered the questions or swallowed the marble and did squats.  The point is don't let them mess with your head and you need to prank Jrichardson back.  I don't care if he's a rookie.  Pranks!

In fifth grade I was somehow allowed to try out for the high school team.  I got cut.  I tried out the next year with the same results.  I continued trying out for the team all through college.  Each year I got cut.  This pass season, my twelfth year of trying out they cut me again, thanked me, gave me a certificate for participation and told me not to come back next year.
As much as the last few years have been a humiliation--the past two years I've had to wear a football helmet and a few years before that they use to make me try out wearing the bear mascot costume--I don't think I will stop trying out.  
The experience has been rewarding if nothing else and it's given me something to do that I love.  I even have had a few people in the press write about my efforts.
Jack Handy wrote a very nice piece on me (I should note a few of the details are fictionalized):

I remember that one fateful day when Coach took me aside. I knew what was coming. "You don't have to tell me," I said. "I'm off the team, aren't I?" "Well," said Coach, "you never were really ON the team. You made that uniform you're wearing out of rags and towels, and your helmet is a toy space helmet. You show up at practice and then either steal the ball and make us chase you to get it back, or you try to tackle people at inappropriate times." It was all true what he was saying. And yet, I thought something is brewing inside the head of this Coach. He sees something in me, some kind of raw talent that he can mold. But that's when I felt the handcuffs go on.

And that is all I have to say about me.
The Warriors sit at 18-20.  My optimistic predictions have usually involve some use of the words, "I don't think the Warriors will lose another game," which they've repeatedly proved me wrong, but even so Mr. Don has been pretty good about turning things around when they didn't look good because Mr. Don is a good father.  He would not leave his child in a dumpster just because the child is `Fugly'.  No, Mr. Don teaches it to run up the court really fast and try and score the points in the hoop.
Anyway, the point that I'm trying to get from my brain to the page and onto the GSOM is that the Clipper games are games that are winnable and I think they're going to take both the victories from the Clipper's sleeping carriage like the time I took the five dollars from guy who sold the crack cocaine.  Actually, I don't know what this guy looks like and I think I made up the story instead of telling my parents that I sold my tuba for five dollars.  I wasn't very good at it anyway so they were glad to not hear me playing it anymore.  So, if the warriors beat the clippers twice I feel confident they will finish January at the .500 mark. And then not to get ahead of myself or the team either, but the world isn't ending and February is looking like a month where a string of wins could be put together nicely if they can learn to play on the road.

When Kalzeerian Arizonabread made a three point shot through the hoop net at the clock reading of 4:04 of the second block of time, it looked like the Warriors wouldn't have to worry about losing sleep in the beds they end up sleeping in later in the night.  The thought of losing by fifteen to the Orlando Magic was unthinkable, especially in a contest where brute strength isn't always the champion and neither is the person who can eat the most pancakes.  If only this were a soccer game then the five point lead at the end of the half would have been a sure bet and we all could have snuck cookies from the cookie jar, even though we're all of the age where we can just take them, because it's more fun to be sneaky and that's why we could have snuck the cookies from the cookie jar and then crept over to our neighbors house and to watch the rest of the game standing outside their window waiting for them catch a glimpse of us and in a startled frenzy drop whatever it is they are holding.  Personally, I'm hoping they're holding a cat because I always like the possibility of seeing a cat not land on their feet even though they always do.  To increase startled reaction we could wear a black ski mask, but it may be advisable to paint a smiley face on it just so they know we're not too serious.  Yes, these are the things you can do watching five point leads in soccer.  In the basketball sport of shoot, run, catch, dribble, etc. a team can easily overcome a five point lead and if you still decide to spy on your neighbor and the team loses this five point by only scoring the same number of points in the second half of the game as they did in the second half of the first half or the second quarter then you're liable to have to deal with a bat beating you up the head instead of just a dropped cat.
Semi-related to the game, yesterday I woke up and had this strange feeling that I was going to score 30 points and get 25 rebounds.  I spent the whole day waiting for it; sure that it was going to happened because the feeling was so strong.  I went to work and shuffled papers and wondered if that counted at all in the rebound category.  At lunch I ate a spaghetti and meatball sandwich and when I finished my Snapple raspberry ice tea I went for the points.  The shot had to be over a hundred feet away and out of my hands I thought it was on line, but when it crashed against the wall thirty feet to the right I considered giving myself sometime to rethink the previous vision.  Of course, everyone was looking around wondering who threw the bottle which meant that I would have to finish up quick.  I took one last bite of my sandwich before tucking it in my breast pocket and went back to my work station.  On the drive home I was still looking for points and figured if I could get my car over 100 miles an hour that would be a points, even if they were of the garbage variety, but I didn't factor in the gas light and was left having to siphon gas from a few cars at the movie theatre.  All in all it just wasn't my day to score the 30 points and rack up the statistic where you get a tally for every time you catch a missed shot off the flatboard.  If someone was able to accumulate such figures I bet they would account for a third of their teams scoring and almost half their rebounds, but that wouldn't be possible as I proved today in my attempt to capture those game day statistics.  A performance like that would be like a big dinosaur living in a world of small people, some would use the analogy of T-Rex living in the world of Lilliputians, but really all you need to know is, big thing among a village of smalls.  In other worlds, the newspaper of the title: Orlando Sentinel says that Magic Power Forward Dwight Howard is a rising star in this league.

And on to other matters of discussion which deserve to be spoken about.  I have a few letters to mail out:
Dear 1,000,000 page visits on the website of GoldenStateofMind.com,
I haven't met all of you, but I appreciate your hard work and if you must know I'm writing this letter to you in my notebook as I drive down the highway swerving in between lanes.  Also, Styx was on the radio not too long ago.
-baumerworld
Dear Spirit75,
I appreciate the honesty.  There was a time when I had my own George Washington cherry tree opportunity, but decided that I wouldn't make a very good first president of the United States and let it pass.  Now, I'm stuck with a wife I don't find attractive and three sets of twins running around.  Okay, maybe I'm lying a bit, but if a girl ever asks you if you love them and you don't then don't tell them you do.  If you do happen to profess you shammed love don't compound the problem by thinking it a good idea to try and field a baseball team when she asks, "When are we having kids?"
Yes, Spirit75, you and your honesty have got me feeling a little odd.  In some ways I feel like an only child in a family struggling through a divorce except instead of both parents fighting for me, one parent, we'll call her `mom', wants to keep me and the other parent, `dad', wants to just cut the losses and toss me out with the marriage.  Personally, I'd like it if Mr. Don, Adonalgland, or Gibraltar Arenas adopted me, but I would settle for the equivalent: Atma Brother ONE, Zorgon, or Sleepy Freud.
But you did ask a question: "what is you're point?"  So, not really knowing the answer myself I'll give you the best I have.  To do so, I have to leave Baumerworld for a moment so brace yourself.
I originally came to the Golden State of Mind, as an outsider, for info on the Warriors and at the time had been trying to write about the team on a daily basis which I was thinking about turning into a blog.  Obviously, I found the dairy posts and the rest is, well...history for everyone to see.  
I didn't want my posts to be what many would consider normal sports writing.  I've written in normal journalistic style and find it painstakingly boring.  My solution was to bring my `self' into the writing.  I agree; it is kind of a self-important thing to do, but it was the most fun for me.  Part of it probably goes back to the fact that I still can't get over the reality that I no longer play sports at a competitive level myself.  And so I ramble, I miss a lot of the obvious points and do not offer many stats.  I think you called it `inane rambling' which is a good description and I enjoy the label.  If you ever watched or listened to a blow out (I mean that as kindly as possible in regards to the Warriors) then you've probably heard the announcers lose track of the game (this happens more on TV and with baseball) and talk about everything but the game.  This can get quite annoying, but for broadcasters it's inevitable.  I guess the point you could say I'm trying to make is that I'm offering up ramblings for the past 12 years.

PS Spirit75, nice use of the word `bloviate' in your original criticism.  It's a good word I plan to carry into my daily conversation.  There's the obvious, "bloviate it out you're a**," but I'd also like to use as an answer to the question, "What are you doing?"
"Oh, nothing really, just bloviating."

PPS Thanks to all those `moms' who want to keep me around and don't worry dads I'll always love you even if you're not around.

On the ESPN there is the Chat with the former warrior: Gibraltar Arena
He was late to the chat, but I put out a bunch of questions for him to look at and then say his thoughts on.

On sunday, the 28th you are playing the celtics.  Could you kick a ball to me in warm ups?  I'll be in the balcony holding a sign that says, "Kick me a ball during warm ups Gilbert"
It's my dad's birthday that day and if you can't kick the ball could you give us a peace sign?

I did not know you nickname was the "the hibachi" until I looked you up on the internet a few minutes ago.  Do people expect more from you when you go to BBQ's?  Would you ever like to come over my place for a backyard crucial BBQ?

If you're only a tiny little hibachi is there anyone in the NBA who could be considered a deep fry cooker?

Where is the exact location of gilbertology?  Can I get there from Baumerworld?

Happy Birthday Gilbert on the day before yesterday's yesterday.  Hypothetically speaking, what would be a better birthday gift: a radio that made you breakfast every morning or a time machine that only allowed you to go back in time for only 10 seconds at a time, but made your hair fall out?

Gilbert, in honor of you wearing smaller shoes on the court, size 13 instead of 14 ½, I've decided to wear size 10 instead of size 12.  Do you notice though that when you wear the smaller shoes that they sometimes bark at you and ask you to feed them like they were hungry dogs.  This usually happens right before I pass out.  If your smaller shoes don't bark at you Gilbert what do they do?

The other night I had a dream that I decided the next president with a flip of a coin.  The coin landed on heads and an African American won.  As the proclaimed, "Black President," how long do you think this dream will become a reality?

Gilbert, you once played for the Golden State Warriors.  They have been arguably the worst team the last 13 seasons.  With that said, would you ever watch a television show starring Adonal Foyle and me?

Gilbert, people often talk about that Lebanon James guy as greatest player ever.  Do you think it's because he wears a headband?  How come you don't wear a headband?  If I wore a headband to the office for a month would I get employee of the month?  What do you think of those Lebanon James commercials with all the different Lebanons running around?  Is there any progress on your commercial  with the wheelchair kid?  I want to see that commercial.  Have you thought about expanding it into a movie someday when your playing days are over?

Do you ever miss your days playing for the Warriors?  When you see Troy Murphy do you still find yourself scratching your head as to how he was picked a round before you?  Do you think this idea would be a good tv show: have all the players drafted ahead of Gilbert who are no longer playing in the NBA and put them in one house to live together.  In the house they would have to work with Diddy, as an off shoot of making the band, to make an album of some kind and also have to, as a group, coach a middle school basketball team.

Gilbert, I think you have a unique sense of humor or at least a different sense of passion than most people I've followed in the NBA.  Can you recommend some movies, music, books or websites?

And then it happened:
Gibraltar canceled the chat.

" Buzzmaster: (3:48 PM ET ) SportsNation, it's with the greatest of apologies I tell you that it doesn't look like we're going to get Gilbert on today. I guess his schedule just got too backed up. I just talked to the Wizards' PR people and we're going to reschedule. We'll let you know when. I am incredibly sorry."

I tried asking the Buzzmaster if he would have asked Gibraltar my questions, but I haven't heard back.

Other things I wanted to ask Gilbert Arenas:
-Gilbert, would you ever change your name to Gibraltar Noriega?  Would you change it to that if it guaranteed an NBA title?
-Gilbert, if I met up with you at after a game would you like to have a cheeseburger eating contest?
--When playing for the Warriors, did you rent a car and then drive around yelling out the window, "I'm Gilbert Arenas.  I'm driving a rental and you better not try and run at me."
-When playing with the Warriors, did you ever try and dunk from half court and then when a teammate said, "You can't dunk from half court" you said, "See, that's what is wrong with this team and why they never make the playoffs.  They always thinking they can't do something"?
-When playing for the Warriors did Adonalgland ever invite you over for breakfast?

There are a lot of topics to discuss on the Warriors board.  This is going to be a bustle of good cheer talking basketball on the telephone with people from Canada when they call to ask why there is no NHL on the cable television in their American Hotel when they come over to buy the American designer jeans of boss pants and wrangler kmart boots.  They do not buy the ugly American prostitute because she is very much the prettier one in the Yukon country and the other Canadian brothers.  All these things I am told on the telephone on repetitive calls to my house from The Quebreckenridge and Monterrail.  I talk only about the American basketball and tell them to stop making the elves keep track of the score by making them sit in the net on the cold ice with their small bum-bum.
The first thing I tell them is:
"Hello, everyone in the Warriors fan base is upset with Mr. Steve Kerr because he ranks them number 18 in world powers of the field court and hoop rim and pole stash.  I am not a lot upset because I named my former living, but now dead dog Steve Kerr 4-3.  He was named before he died.  I forget how he died, but I remember him and I doing the weekly power rankings of the world of field court and hoop rim and pole stash.  We would lie on the linoleum and I would rub his stomach.  He would feed me biscuits as we made drawings on the paper for rankings.  My dog, steve kerr 4-3, was always weary of putting them in the top twenty.  He said, `I do not look at the record.  I look at how they are with each other.  The record isn't important to me because no one goes undefeated which makes it pointless to worry about the record.  Records are for people who walk around collecting used scratched tickets.  Records have no use for anything and unlike most people I believe they aren't even important in regards to the playoffs.'
I'm not sure what Steve-Kerr 4-3 was talking about, but he was the basketball mind and I was just the kid eating dog biscuits."
The Canadian person listening on the other end didn't understand and spoke in a Turkish or some other Canadian tongue.  I continued talking about the warriors.
"The infamous goy does not play for the warriors, but the notorious Post Office Box does.  Or no he doesn't.  I made a mistake because I remember when the popcorn was dumped in his car and forgot about the service charge and his switch to the developmental league of players who are not talk fish on the weeble...(sorry I fell asleep during this part of the conversation)...
The Colorado 14ers are a team with the name that doesn't sound like a team.  I would bet that no one without a hand in the alphabets attempt to make "er" a character had anything to do with this.
Multiples of seven I would like to become a team name: "Seveners," and "fifty-sixers"
The forty-niners are also a team, but no one in Canada is in need of that information."
The person on the other end of the phone wondered if they were named after the highway in colorado, the 14.
And I continued on a little more with the Canada caller,
"So mr. Canada. Are you from Vancougar or are you one of those leeches on the American border."
There was no answer and I hung up the phone.

Also, thanks nooob and urq for the compliments
And sleepy freud, I'd like to tell words to all those New Yorks in their magazine the New York (I refuse to allow "er" to become a letter in the alphabet.  27 just isn't a good number for letters for people to use unless it is a sports name like the New York Alphabet 27ers).  Send me a electronic word in my internet mailbox.

The Mr Nashville Tom (MNT) and his center of the solar system came to play the team I cheer for.  The advantage for MNT really isn't fair because he plays for more than one sun which is impossible because there isn't more than one sun.  There is only one sun in the sky, but they keep on saying we're the suns and in a battle with the sole light in the sky we will end up victorious because there are more of us and because as a team we shoot the 49.1% and the sun probably can't even shoot 8 % because it has no eyes and has to stand so far away from the basket because if it gets too close the basket goes up in flames.  Suns being plural of an object that there only exists one of is like the warriors changing their name to the Harry S. Trumans.  The only difference is that guy he is dead and the sun never knowingly dropped two atomic bombs on Japan which doesn't excuse its treatment of Venus and Mercury, but it is worth mentioning.
The score of the basketball game was 128 to 105.  The elves keeping track of the points coming out of their pocket and putting them into the box are starting to get upset about working the Warriors games because too many points are scored and it is too much work, but with the holidays over these elves don't have a lot of other options.
I didn't watch the game so I can't make a lot of comments on the game and the play of the sport by the two teams.  If you haven't figured that out after the first paragraph then I think we should begin writing letters to each other on old pizza bread.  No specific reason really.
I finally viewed the movie about Ricky Bobby.  Here is a review of that movie and how it relates to the Golden State Warriors.  The guy who drives the car is like your father who tells you how to dribble a basketball when you're growing up.  The father of the guy who drives the car is like that dribbled basketball.  The other guy who drives the car is like the hotel where the referees are staying tonight and the Cougar is like the guy selling popcorn in the stands.  When the movie ends and the guy who drives the car is the winner and so is the other guy who drives the car and now that you think about so is the third guy who drives a car because in the end everyone gets what they want, but yeah when the movie ends its like the tip off a basketball game.  Everyone jumps up and gets popcorn on themselves, but only one person gets the basketball.
Here is a stupid joke; does James Jones have a best friend named Earl?  It doesn't even make sense so instead of buying something I want to from the convenient store I decided to get something I knew I was allergic to only to see if I could win the battle, but kind of like the Biedermans I worked hard for the 17 rebounds, but ended up on the bench at the end of the game with only 7 points.

Right at the moment of these typing fingers the score is 101 on the team of Memphis and 99 in the golden state box.  I say box because sometimes I imagine that with each hoop score a tiny elf behind the basket finds either one, two or three points in his pocket depending on the type of hoop shot it was.  Taking these found points the elf will place them in a box that will light up with the total.  Each basket has these and that is how the score is kept track of.  
A fantasy analysis of the Kelvenna Arizonabread from CBS sportsline:

"Don't expect Azubuike to come in and produce the type of numbers we all expect from Richardson. Azubuike is someone not worth owning in Fantasy leagues at this time."

At the end of the third quarter Mr Arizonabread has 15 points and 5 rebounds.

As I am watching the game online I just saw Adonalgland's face pop up on the screen that is made for computers and not teevees.  The face said that Adonalgland had just scored his 6th point of the night.  I imagine that Adonalgland had gotten the ball and said, "I'm going to eat this ball," but everyone shouted, "Don't eat, shoot," and he did do the shooting.  Mr. Don said, "the eating will be later," and Adonalgland smiled and said, "I eat toaster strudel for breakfast."
At the time of 8:14 left in the fourth quarter, I was staring out the window watching snowflake flying spiders land on the ground and accumulate into snow.  If Matt Barnes were in the same room with me right now he would say I don't like those snow spider flakes and he wouldn't have made a three pointer hoop shot to put the Warriors ahead.  
At the time when the clock says, "4:58" or (298 seconds) a water break was taken by the Memphis team.  241 points have been scored.  That's too many to count using just your hands.
I once had a roommate in the college university school named Mike Miller, but I don't think it is the same guy who makes a three score hoop shot.
At 2:43 left in the game Matt Barnes was called for the traveling penalty.  I recently learned that this is when you run with the ball without the dribble bounce.  I wonder if Matt Barnes thought "I have scored the 36 points into the hoop tonight.  I bet the refs think I will score every time.  I will try running with the ball all the way to the basket like a mr. track star with the relay baton and score the two points.  
My roommate Mike miller use to play basketball in the room with a nerf basketball and a hoop board on the back of the door.  We had a 65 game season, but I don't think either of us scored as many points as the Mike Miller on the court tonight.  Then again we would keep track of the scoring in one eights and two ninths to help us improve on our fraction addition.
289 points is a very large number of points for elves to deal with.  Their small bodies grow tired and they sometimes drop a few.
I wish the warriors had just tied up chucky atkins and his 10 points and stuffed him in a closet then they would have won by one point.

This year is full of a new breed.
My prediction for December was a bad choice.  It is like choosing the day old bread when the waiter has already brought you them nice garlic sticks in the basket for the table that you find in the chain factory restaurant of Olive Garden.  I will eat these bread sticks all day and not stop even though I know they are there to fill me up.
My prediction for January on the season of Golden State is that it is worthless to make a prediction because I am not a Jesus walker on water and even if I was then what does being a Jesus walker on water have to do with predicting how good the Golden State basketball field court walkers will do.  
With the Jesus Rich and his ailing body out in the future for the whole month I say that we trade him for the Carmello Bar.  The Denver team would never make a trade like that, but I would like to make the Golden State to make a trade anyway.  They should get the Denver to trade Carmello Bar for Jesus Richardson for just one day.  Then the people would all be talking angry on the radio and TV how you can not trade your best player even for one day.  
I would laugh because then we could get the Carmello Bar jerseys made in the Golden State warrior size and color.
And Denver would then have the Jesus Rich for only one day and all the people in Denver would be upset because they would say, "We only got J Rich in return for Carmello Bar.  Does the god of the sky not kid with our heads?  You can't make that trade.  Carmello Bar is worth more.  Yes, Carmello Bar is worth more.  I think we should get Shaq for one day."
This mention of Shaq by the Denver people makes me think that the trade could expand to a three team deal trade exchange where each team gets the other players for one day and the trade would only last two days.  
I also think that Mr. Chris Mulkin should put a clause in the bottom of the trade agreement that says if you don't fly J Rich into Denver then the warriors get to keep both Carmello Bar and J Rich.  Make it super small and hide it so no one would see it.  That would be a good prank.  The one day trade that changed the world and made Golden State a power horse of Trojan land for the remainder of the century.

In the game of the adonalgland vs the China Yo, the adonalgland lost by a lot of points (38-6), but in the game of warriors and rockets the adonalgland was victorious and got to eat all the smoked ham after the game that he wanted and not feel guilty because the warriors were big winners thanks to his six points and thanks to Baron Davis's big three point shot through the ring hoop.  
After the game Adonalgland could be heard saying, "Thank you Baron of the three point shoot making attempt and successful scoring on the hoopnet because this food that I am eating right now is totally guilt free and tastes as good as any that I've tasted on a big table of food before."
Maybe the Adonalgland said to mr. Don, "I don't ever play and I know that, but my son bought a China Yo jersey with his money that is given to him for Chanukah and has been wearing it around the house.  Mr. Don, I never ask for anything besides a bowl of Doritos at my locker, but I need to show my son that I am the jersey he should wear.  Please let me be on the field court when the game of dribble run shoot starts."  Mr. Don said, "Okay, Adonalgland.
Even though Adonalgland didn't stop China Yo when his son came to the breakfast table of foods this morning he was wearing a golden state warriors shirt and asked Papa Adonal if he could have half his toaster strudel.

I saw Chris Weaver yesterday on the TV playing for the team that isn't Alien Iverson anymore.  He just stood there and sometimes he would get the ball and would look around the court wondering, "Where's Alien Iverson?"  Then his mind would turn on the stove and start the dinner meal and he'd remember, "Alien Iverson isn't here anymore."  About this time, after all the thoughts of Chris Weaver's head, the shooting clock would be ticking down.  Chris Weaver is still holding the ball, "Time to shoot at the hoopnet," he would say and would then do the shooting that he said he was going to do which resulted in the ball going in the air and either hitting the rim ring or the flatboard, but never both.
The strange music that sometimes plays in my head when I have a good thought just got turned on under my hair.  Chris Weaver must think that his life is not the greatest and complaints to the governing board in heaven who hear from distressed minds may soon hear from Chris Weaver.  No one wants Chris Weaver.  It shows that Chris Weaver is not the one in charge of the happy Kool-ade at the party of life.  Chris Weaver thinks, "I'd really like to go somewhere, but there ain't nowhere to go because I have no friends and no one ever invites me to go or sends their friends in exchange for me."
Mr. Weaver doesn't understand that no one ever invites him to birthday celebrations not because the cake is too small, but because no one wants to pay someone 20 million to come hang out if that person is just going to stand around holding the ball.
Adonalgland use to think like Chris Weaver.  He thought no one liked him and that his body had odor and that he would never be invited to parties.  The truth is that Adonalgland isn't that good and will never be invited to very good parties, but people know his smile and they know that even though he doesn't make the happy kool-ade mix of life he is responsible for hiding funny jokes and pictures in the paper and people like adonalgland for that.  He also likes sneaking toys into cereal boxes like the time he put a hand ful of monopoly board pieces in the fruit loops.  

my idiocy shows through in the posts that I make everyday.  In a battle of the team names I said that a warrior will never beat his king, but the warriors can overtake the kings and rise to the throne crown as long as they are not worried about the friends and brothers dying in the battle on the field court of basketball.
The golden state just scored the first points of the second quarter of their battle fight against the king throne, but no one pays attention because everyone wants to say, "Hello" to mr. Iverson when he comes to their town.
I think the golden state should trade the players who allen Iverson is equal to and then play him in the fourth quarter of the basketball game tonight.  Then if they lose by the 2 points again the Mr mulkin can say, "Hello, philla 76erings.  The Iverson Man did not do the win victory that we wanted.  I think that maybe you should make him improve his game before he comes to the golden state.  That way if he is not good enough then we know and we can tell him what he needs to improve on.  And if he improves all year then maybe the golden state will make the big trade next year.
I don't have much more to say.
Everyone is always talking and arguing about this video:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eGDBR2L5kzI
It is an old video that is played more than highlights of Adonalgland.  Everyone tells the story of where they stood when they saw the video.  I was at the family reunion of eating foods that everyone brought together.  I had a plate of meatballs and ziti pasta salad.  Mr. Iverson Man was on the tv saying the words that everyone remembers.
I am sick of the video and think mr iversonMAn is sick of it too.
HE should make a new video where he says,
"I don't know what we're talking about.  IT's just the practice video.  We aint talking about nothing but the practice video.  I don't make sex tapes on boats.  We're talking about Practice video, come on people, practice video?"

I have many things to say in writing on the internet of this site today when I post with my electronic keyboard and its friend the mouse.
The mr. CatchAndShoot talked to me on the post board
http://www.goldenstateofmind.com/story/2006/12/10/14658/369
by wondering why I am geek talking the way that I am and needs help in explaining the response to the topic of survey of the roster list on the team of Golden State.
I will try and explain to Mr. CatchAndShoot about what the reply is saying because he asked for someone to "please tell him what the words of hell this geek is saying when he speaks on the post reply of the internet," and because I am the speaker who wrote the reply to the survey then I need to be the one who is held responsible.  See, sometimes I am not very good at talking about the basketball because I don't know much about the game.  So, I try to just let my head open and say whatever the words it wants to about the golden state because I like doing the clap cheering for them and want to talk about them all the time.  At dinner I usually just try and name as many players as I can and then do it again so I don't forget and after that I take the list of names and sing a song trying to use everyone's name.  Sometimes I will add in the people on this board if I can remember and the songs sound really nice to my ears and make the dinner a less lonely place to eat my nightly food.
But still, Mr. CatchAndShoot I haven't told you what I meant when I spoke the words in a written reply to your survey.  I will now give a one sentence summation for each paragraph of words used:
Matt barnes isn't a hall of famer player.  Biedrins likes ebay nation website station.  Zarko is a made up property who gets on TV regardless, kind of like Barney.  Baron davis should be a Hollywood movie screen face.  Ike is a happy man child.  Mike Dunleavy misses duke.  Adonalgland thinks his career will be recreated playing on court field with Lebanon James.  Keith McLeod gives my brain the dream medicine.  Troy Murphy drives a cab.  Patrick O'Bryant gets to sit on the bench and think about things a lot.   Pietrus likes talking to O'Bryant on the bench.  J. Richardson likes little kids and does not like little kids who have become old guys.  I don't know where to find Anthony Roberson's minutes.  Who is Dajuan Wagner?
So hopefully that answers all the questions for Mr. CatchAndShoot.
Thank you to all the people on the Golden State word holding site here that is Golden state of mind.  The nice replies are all the kind that give my face happy dots unless I am sick that make my head wobble then usually I am in the bed sheets all day trying to drool the sickness out of my mouth and nose.
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Sometimes I get confused when two teams play because I think of the team name too much and wonder in my imagination what a warrior would do on the battlefield with a basketball against a thing such as a laker.  A laker seems just like a lake that has been made into a person that isn't a lake anymore.  I always imagine the warrior of the battlefield running through the lake to the basket hoop in the middle of the field court of battle and scoring the two points.
Last night, I thought about the imagination differently because a supersonic isn't a water body turned from water body into a person playing basketball.  A supersonic is a plane that is a flying object of the sky turned into a shooting player of baskethooping.  A supersonic is different because it is not a lake and flies in the air and shoots lasers when the air is filled with sky objects that aren't usually there like basketballs.  I did not know the winner of fighting between a warrior and a flying object sky machine.  After the Warriors lose the game of battle I think that sometimes the Warriors will win a game of battle with the supersonics and sometimes the flying sky object of the air will win.
The only thing I do know is that a warrior should always beat in victory fight of glory forever of field courtmatch with basketball the following teams:
Lakers, hornets, mavericks, spurs, nuggets, trail blazers, jazz, clippers, Celtics, nets, knicks, 76ers, cavaliers, pistons, pacers, bucks, hawks, bobcats, and heat (one can always beat the heat with a glass of lemonade and an afternoon laying in the hammock)
Teams that will always beat a warrior
Raptors, Magic, Wizards, Kings, Suns
Teams that sometimes the battle will be victory and sometimes the battle will be a victory of the kind when you don't win and can only hold your head high when you walk into the office on Monday.  A moral victory.
Supersonics, grizzlies, bulls, supersonics, rockets.
I think the sun is the most powerful battle partner.  When the sun is in the arena court everyone catches on fire if they do not wear sunglasses.  Sometimes I wonder how a sun can play a game and then be up bright an early the next morning.  
I bet the lakers and jazz would be better in their natural habitats of Minneapolis and New Orleans.

In honor of Mr. Don's 1200th voting victory in the evening of last night I have decided to switch up my retirement plans from the game of basketball.  As the people of this board to a varyingly speculation may know I have been planning my retirement tour around a daily not quite full court shot from halfway.  Each day I shoot one basketball at the hoop net from half field court.  My plan mapped out on the walls of my room where I wrote out the drafts of my retirement speech said the day I made a half court shot through the hoop net would be the day I retire from the dribble-run-shoot world of the dribbling-running-and-shooting game.  All of these plans have changed.  I woke up this morning and repainted my walls white with the intention to start over.
Seeing Mr. Don on the teevee last night holding a ball and then seeing his players try to carry him off the court really made me realize I haven't done anything with my life and I can't say I have until I win the field hoop victories of over 1200 or more games.
My new retirement plan is not to hang up the jersey until I win 1200 games like Mr. Don.
With the new plan in place I set out this morning ready to play anything and anything at the hoop sport.  I was wearing a jersey ( a cut off old white t-shirt) that said, "Don't Call it a Comeback" on the back over the number 1200.  On the front it said "Retirement N.B.T.H. (Not Before Twelve-Hundred) Tour 2006"
I went directly to my hoop net in the backyard hoping to find an easy opponent like a squirrel for my first opponent.  Instead, I found my mother's car parked under the hoop net.
Game 1: Baumerworld vs. Mother's Car.  It was close early on because my outside shooting wasn't falling and Mother's Car was good at getting rebounds.  It had a sun roof.  Problem with Mother's Car though is that it constantly would just hold the ball and not get a shot off before the shot clock.  By the fourth period I decided to raise the level of my inside game.  Drive after drive resulted with me jumping off mother's hood and slamming down a two handed hoop net score.  Overall record: 1-0.
Later on Mom would take Mother's Car to the grocery store and had asked me the question of the similarities between the footprints on the hood and my soles on the shoes I wear.  I told her that a lot of the neighbors next door complained of similar hood shapes.  It must be the delinquent kids who are always stealing firecrackers from the Navy base.
To continue with the story that was derailed on a question of game two.  With Mother's Car gone there was no one for me to play against.  I have 237 GI Joes in my closet.  A game of hoop net on the court.  Me vs. 237 others.  I was unstoppable.  The GI Joes could only hang on to my shoelaces
Recap for the day: Overall record: 2-0 (1198 wins to go).

I would probably make the trade of swaps of everyone on the team except Adonalgland, Zarko, and Patrick O'Bryant for Artificial IversonMan and Garrnett.  This would work good because the rules of basketball say that five guys are allowed on the field court at all times and the Warriors would have exactly five players.  Then the arguments in the locker room over who was playing the court more time would stop.  
Worried brains would say, "The threat of constant fear dealing with injury would be the greatest risk of all the unthinkable thoughts about the five guys and no subs plan."
I would say that when this deal goes down that Chris Mulkin should ask the other bay fran teams to help out.  In case of the injury to the big five the Oakland A's would agree to lend Nick Swisher, the Giants would let the warriors borrow Armandio Banderez, the 49ers would give us their quarterback pass thrower Alex Jones and the Oakland Raiders and Art Shelly are going to give the warriors randy moss regardless of injury.  
Chris Mulkin better take the chance of the consequences and make the trade happen.  I remember when I was a young boy and still traded card packs and single sports picture cards.  One time I made a trade or a box of mini wheats, a glass of orange juice and a hologram Dominique Wilkins rookie season card for an autographed Steve Kerr napkin.  This was when my dog Steve Kerr 4-3 was still alive.  I was happy with the trade and only disappointed when Steve Kerr 4-3 ate the signed Steve Kerr napkin.  Chris Mulkin doesn't have to worry about Artificial IversonMan or Garrnett being eaten.  No worries.  
If the trade doesn't work out the right way a plan can be made again about the trade and AI and garnett could be sent back to their teams if Adonal Foyle was packaged in their.
On a similar note, it looks like a basketball contest will happen tonight and the Warriors can either remain perfect in the win column (0) for December or they can add another anti-victory on the score sheet.  I decided to change the oil fluid in my car today, but someone had taken all the oil.  After dinner tonight I went to get some ice cream and found all the oil in the refrigerator.  I think it's a sign that the Warrios will break out of the no winning slump.

Baron did the live chat and got to answer the question I asked, but he did not know the answer to the other questions I asked because he did not answer the question.  I am an idiot and I figured the best way to get Baron to answer a question would be to ask the no idiot question.  My no idiot question was, "Baron, what do you talk to Mr Don Nelson with besides basketball?"
Baron's no-idiot answer was, "A little bit of evertything. Life in Hawaii. Willie Nelson. Ha-ha (Laughing)."
My no-idiot planning worked and I got the baron to laugh, but I still wished he would have answered the other non no-idiot questions because I wanted to know those answers more.  In addition to the words already said, I wish I could have asked him about my chances of having a reality show with Adonal or what the chances are for Adonal to do a chat sometime soon then I could ask him face to face through the internet computer screen.
Tonight the Warriors are not scheduled on the official NBA team calendar that is stuck on my fridge.  They don't play on the day two days after yesterday.  They have not been playing very good basketball on the field court from what has been recorded in the history of the 2006-2007 Golden state warriors, but with three days off they are bound to work off all the bad games left over from after thanksgiving shopping sale and then they will be ready for big holiday push to make sure everyone gets the presents they wanted.
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Other questions I wish were asked to Baron?
Who is your favorite: snoopy or Charlie brown?  Linus or Schroeder?
What did you ask for Christmas?
When did the belief in santa man disappear when you were young?
Who would win in a game of five Michael Jordans vs Five Big Dirk Nowsitandski?
Five adonals vs one Kobe?
If you were a fantasy owner would you accept the trade of you and Monte for Lebanon James?
Did you vote for Arnold?
Who forgets their toothbrush the most on road trips?
Who is the guy who most often is asking to borrow someone's deodorant?
Would you do a cartoon movie for Warner Brothers called, "Space Jam 2: this time the aliens are from another galaxy"?
Imagine that you were driving down the road and you see a chipmunk about to cross the road in front of your tire.  There are cars coming the other way and one of your mother's favorite stories to tell about growing up poor is how you found an injured chipmunk when she was younger and nursed it back to health.  Then she was able to teach it tricks like juggling kernels of corn and fishing using just a shoe string.  With that all being the case, what song do you think is playing on the radio?

The other day, I read in help-me-do-the-work-that-I-don't-want-to-do section of the newspaper that they were taking candidates for the election process supervisors on the officiating of middle school basketball games.  I decided to apply and have already painted black stripes on my only white dress shirt.  I need a whistle for my interview, but if I can't find one I'll bring in my big bell.  Wish me luck.  I will be the best officiating supervisor of basketball middle kids' games.  I am the gorilla.
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The golden state has done the opposite in this young December that I described for them to do.  My words said that they would never lose again and instead they have lost again, again, and again.  They have the curse of Barb Ruth.
I would like to apologize to all my friends and Mr. Don.  I would also like to tell sorries to the other people who are not yet my friends.  The sorries are also spread (like butter) to all you loaves of wheat bread who post on this message fan celebration site.  I have ruined all the celebration by inviting the curse of Barb Ruth.
I also want to run a sorry to Mulkin.  I never knew who everyone was talking about when they said "Mulkin, Mulkin, Mulkin," but now I know.  The Mulkin guy is weird because Mr. Don use to own him when he played on the Golden Bulldogs and now Mulkin owns Mr. Don from his big office and his big jet plane that he rides around in when he makes a big trade and wants to celebrate in India.
I just hope that Mulkin can either make a big trade for the Garnett monster and free him from Minnesota so he can ride a big pony out of the lake state and then get a helicopter ride all the way to California...yes?
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I watched the Tim Hardwayaway video highlight and wonder why he doesn't play for the Golden anymore.  I think young December could turn around if he came back from the heat.  I looked on the heat roster though and he isn't there either.  Someone said he was coaching in the northern Canada land?  I think Mulkin should sign him up on the contract signature line and give him a nice pair of shorts.  Adonalgland should be coaching in Canada land so that him and I can start our TeeVee show.  I would be Adonalgland's assistant and I would wear hockey skates on the bench.

Mr. rascan said a nice thing to me in the comments field of my last post.  It said "Word on the street is that you're a genius."
I can not accept this congratulatory celebration statement.  I do not know the Einstein math.  I don't know the reasons why the Texas Spurs lose by nine a week ago to the Golden State and then win by 30 points.  No brain power to tell the fable of such an occurrence.  I also don't know why with 5:38 left in the game all the Golden magic is gone as the other Texas team is winning by 29.  Texas1 wins by 30 and Texas2 wins by 29.  There is no genius blood in me because I do not know how this happens and the Golden State just keep on losing the basketball tournament of games.  The team will now have one less voting victory than ugly defeat and will have to smell the fumes of losing because I bet Mr. Don doesn't let the team change and they have to wear home the basketball jersey and half pants.
The only good thing about the big loss by 60 divided by two is that Patrick O'Bryant gets to go in and shoot the ball where ever he wants.  If I was Patrick O'Bryant I would only shoot half the distance of full court shots (I still haven't made one so my career goes on).  Patrick O'Bryant hopes that he does well so some people on the internet and who will read the Golden State of Mind will make the selection of him on the fantasy team.
Mr. Yao continues.  He is a nice tall guy.  Patrick O'Bryant thinks that some day there will be a trade for himself and Mr. Yao on the fantasy internet.
A $1.29 remains in the game.  The score is 85-116.  No fast break tonight for the Warrior songs.

The oatmeal and sausage links were on the stove this morning and the Warriors play a basketball game in Texas.  Their season is not over like this morning's breakfast bowl of corn puffs' season is over.
Texas is the biggest state in the National Basketball League, but I don't think everyone from Texas will be there at the game tonight.  I will not be there, but I've never been to Texas either.
In response to hella handlez: "The `pursuit prosecution' seems like a valid quest just as long as you don't allow the paperwork from Mondays to get you discouraged and forget about the ultimate goal which is to be on the celebration bus of all knowledgeable endeavors which revolve around the letters "OldenG TateS Arriorsw".  It's easy to get sucked into the past of the history of yourself when you think about the run, run, shoot and shoot again style of the Mr. Don because you know if Mr. Gayton, the seventh grade coach from middle school, had us run fast with the dribbling ball then we could have scored a 100 points on the field court and won every game.  Instead, we never scored more than 27 points and would just dribble around the ball for minute after minute after minute because the shooting buzzer clock didn't exist and no one knew how to shoot.
On the topic of shooting and how sometimes I don't know how to shoot a ball without it hitting the ceiling I will tell anyone who is concerned about my impending retirement that I did not make the not quite full court, more like half the full distance shot.  It was snowy and the ball missed the basket and rolled into a big snowball which I used as the head of a snowman.
Mr. Adonal and I would make a good team on Pee Wee's playhouse or maybe we could be a whole new television show called "My brain has an Adonalgland" and depending upon the success of people who turn on the teevee when our show is on then maybe our show could come on before Rob & Big on MTV.  
The first show would be the highlights from a one on one game between me and Adonalgland to 6000.  I would come out of retirement for that game (if I've made the almost full court, more like halfcourt, shot).  My prediction is that Adonalgland wins, but struggles early on because he still thinks Mr. Don only wants him to get rebounds and not shoot the ball.  When I lead 5400 to nothing Adonalgland figures he should stop worry about the rebounds and shoot the ball.  Adonalgland will win 6000 to 54000.  Each basket is worth 600 points.

I am sad to read mr. warrior fan 23's comments .  I had hoped the season would be long like a a frozen river on Mars planet, but instead according to warrior fan 23 it is small and short like little drop of water on hot hot mercury planet floating next the sun.  We are the third planet.
My goal for this warrior season was to follow them in the playing of games and then learn the rules of these games.  Instead, the season is over and I want to crawl under my bed and become a bed monster.  Everyone would ask, "Where is Mark?" and no one would know.  Then they'd say, "Well, if he isn't around then I guess he doesn't need his bed anymore."  The bed would sell on the Electronic Bed Allegiance of YMCA (EBAY) and be sent away to the highest bidder.  I would stay under the bed the whole time and when I got to the new owner I would bite their leg every morning when they got out of bed.  I am that upset over the end of the warriors' season.
I read about the last game of the year on the intertube and mr. Atma Brother ONE says, "Going scoreless in the final 2:54 of a close, high-scoring game won't get you a win in middle school, high school, college, the NBDL, or the NBA."  I would like to correct the statement to read,
"Going scoreless...won't get you a win in a middle school, high..., but it will get you the championship in girls seventh grade basketball."
When I was a young boy living in the house that I live in now, but then it was acceptable because it's okay for 13 year olds to live at home.  Anyway, that isn't the important part of the story.  The girls team that I didn't play on because I played on the boys team was very good to our very bad.  They won when we lost and they made it to the championship game where in the fourth quarter they shoot one basket in the hoop, the first shot of the quarter and they do not make another one the whole game.  Not good for them, but they win the championship because the other team was full of girls who couldn't take advantage.  The Warriors were not playing a team of girls and could not get away with the same thing as my middle school seventh grade girls' team.
My great prediction of a perfect Christmas Warriors December was wrong.  I will make no more predictions, but I will continue to cheer on the yellow men of Golden State on their field court.
I hope I wake up tomorrow and somehow the season will be back on the stove cooking with the oatmeal and sausage links.  Then I will get all excited and say, "throw out the oatmeal and sausage links because I'm having toaster strudel and corn puffs in my breakfast bowl!"

In the response that I am typing to Fantasy Junkie I will talk about his question of the retirement tour update.  Last day before today it rained during all the daylight hours.  I figured the rain would stop, but it never did so around 11:30pm I went down to the park and heaved up the half the distance of full court hoop shot.  Rain filled my eyes, but the shot looked good.  It wobbled like a turkey flying over a lava volcano, but it stumbled on target, but just before the rim the lightning struck this world above my head and the ground shook with thunder.  When I looked up I saw the basketball hoop had fallen over and my ball was rolling down over the hill toward the rain river flowing in the sewer.  
Still playing, retirement tour 2006
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Mr. Don's basketball friends from heaven would sure be mean they had Monta go down with a season ending eye surgery.  "Sometimes the basketball gods just don't want you to see."  I hope this leads to the greatest prank war of all time.  Like maybe Monta will use Baron's shoes as a jell-o mold before the next game and then Baron will have Monta's jersey tailored so it says "Monta sleeps with the lights on" on the back of his jersey.  The battle will escalate to the point where everyone is pranking each other, not the type of pranking where it separates the team into two sides, but where it is everyone against each other having a fun-fun time and laughing at each other as they're getting pudding put in their shorts.
Take it beyond a pie in the face.  It is up to you monta.  Ellis to the rim.
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Golden State is still unbeaten in December.  The slogan that is the site's battle cry which they've said everyday for the last 12 years when they wake up in the morning during the entire 6 month season should be said right now, "Unstoppable baby."  I am so excited over the perfect record in December that I can't stop with just those two words, "Unstoppable baby on the run down the field court, to the rim of the hoop, in our clean shoes except for Baron's cherry jell-o molded Nikes.  So powerful that I eat breakfast in one bite: six eggs, toast, hash browns, frosted flakes and a muffin.  Driving the wrong way down one way streets, taking northbound trains south, making the sun rise in the west, another December day, but same old Golden State supernatural.

12-1
The month of December is when I usually say, "It's bound to rain a lot of snow this year."  December is also the month I usually feel sad about another year passing without winning the PMGA (Professional Mini-Golf of America) championship.
The 2006 season of year is different.  I made new friends (Baron Davis, Mr. Don, Pat O'BryANT, etc) and they all play on the National Basketball of America team who has more wins than times when they go home sad because they didn't win.  Usually on those days when they are not the winners of the celebration the Mr. Don says, "Basketball Jesus remembered that we may have crucified him and that is why the ball didn't go in the hoop net."
The point is that December ONE is today and the Golden State are even with everyone else in the world on how good they are in December of season 2006, year 2006.
Today marks the start of the greatest December in the history of the Golden State.  Things that will happen in December:
-Mr. Don wins the big game and everyone dunks the Gatorade bucket on his head
-The Golden State win all the victories that are eligible.
-Mr. Don to the RIM!
-Ellis to the RIM!
-A mysterious horse walks on the court and becomes the team's mascot
-Dirty Laundry night at the Orbitronical
-Mr. Don wins 2000 games
-Steve Kerr hears about my RIP dog which was named Steve Kerr 4-3 and writes a memorial piece on yahoo sports
-Casual Friday becomes is bumped to the Thursday of the working week and Friday becomes Golden State of Mind t-shirt day.  Of course, everyday is GSoM t-shirt day is everyday (I'll wear mine hidden), but it will be visible on Friday.  
-Golden State wins both games verse Boston in a preview of the NBA finals match up.
-Horse mascot bites the player named Dunkin because he plays for the spurs.
-Sacramento tries to get the luck of the horse by dragging a stallion on the court, but Charles Artest kicks it in the head and kills it.  The animal world is shocked and in an attempt not to lose fans the commissioner Howard Stern tells Charles that he must work at the horse stable down the road.  Instead, Artest and Piddy rides horses around Sacremento with a boombox playing his new rap cd.

Adonalgland!  Adonalgland!
In every loss you must look for the cloud that isn't sad and wet, but has silver coins in it to put under your Christmas tree for the holidays.
This morning when Adonal Foyle's son woke up from the sleeping rest of his bed he ran out into the kitchen to find Dad eating corn puffs or maybe a toaster's strudel.  For the occasion Adonalgland decided not to change after the game.  He was still in his clothes that he is supposed to wear on the field court.
Adonalgland's son asked, "Dad, did you do it?  Did you get over 10 total points on the year."
"Yes, yes I did son.  We get to celebrate Christmas this year."
"Oh dad, I just knew you would get it.  I had a dream where a puppy jumped up on my bed in the night and began whispering about communism, but then when I asked this puppy if he knew who my dad was he said, `Mr. Adonalgland is the greatest basketball player alive.'  And I asked what about Michael Jordan and Lebanon James.  And the puppy which was now turning into a purple orchestra symphony sang, "Andonalgland is the greatest player in the world and all the players where Adonalglander moon shoes on the court."
"That's quite a dream son."
"I know Dad."
"Can I skip school today Dad?"
"Only if you put another toaster strudel in the microwave for me."

"Well, the force must have been with them tonight,"
Mr. Don is stuck on the big number of 1999 for the group gathering of voting victories.  I don't understand the talk of `force'.  Does that mean that the Golden State will now miss the playoffs?  Is this just another, "The basketball beings of great stature that live in the heavens are not fans of our team and tend to cheer for the team on the other bench."
`Force' is so confusing because whoever has the force will win, but no one knows who has it until the winning team says, "Haha, I had the force the whole time and there is nothing that you can do about it because the game is over and you can not slash my tires because I took a cab taxi here."
In some ways I wish that the Golden State wouldn't worry about the `force' and just play the dribble, run, shoot game on the field court, but if other team gets to shoot the ball with no one guarding them more than the Golden State then it is tough to concentrate only on the dribble-run-shoot game.
The Golden State needs its own force called...G-Force.  I am working on the soda drink called G-Force that lets people who drink it run twice as face and smile happy when Mr. Don wins 2000 games and 3000 games next year

I take a look at the Adonalgland stat page.  He is still at 9 points.  I hope he got his son a PS3 because he might not break into the double digits until after Christmas.  In the season before this one Mr. Foyle started 72 games.  He is no longer on pace to do that this year.  I wonder if after the tenth game of the season that is occurring in the present when he realized he was no longer a starter that he began to throw away his sneakers.  I heard rumors that he bought 144 sneakers or 72 pairs of sneakers at the start of the year.  One couple for each start and after the game he would throw them over the telephone wires on the way home.  If this is true then it looks like everyone in the family already has their Christmas presents from Adonal.
"Hello Grandma, I got you some new shoes."
"What's wrong with the ones I have."
"These are good for playing basketball."
"Adonal, these are size 17.  I can't wear size 17."
Though his assist per game is the lowest of his career (0.2) his defensive rebounds per game is tied for 9th best in his career (2.0).  This is the 10th season of the basketball playing days of Adonalgland on the field court.  
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Update on my retirement tour: The last two days I've attempted to make the shot that isn't full court but half the court.  Both times I have missed, so my career continues.  
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If I was able to get a GSoM T-shirt I would wear it everyday while reading the pages of this golden state internet site.  I would wear it under my clothes like the Superman and Spiderman comic book heroes who have become real live people in the movie screen and on my television box then when I logged on the world wide web and came to the Golden State I would rip off any clothes covering my GSoM shirt and jump out the window to save the world.
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Some people have been talking about a new slogan phrase to yell in victory celebration of world domination or on in an individual moment of time when the players on the Golden State do something that warrants grown men and women to grow excited and expend extra energy by through raised voices and slapping hands.
My suggestions:
"Dribble, Pass, Shoot."
"Yukon Ho!"
"Home Run"
"Adonalgland!"
"19-94!"
"Gold Rush!"
"I AM A BEING OF GREAT ABILITY AND SEEING OTHER GREAT TALENTS IN ACTION MAKES ME EXCITED TO THE POINT WHERE I CAN'T STOP YELLING AND RAISING THE LEVEL OF MY VOICE UNTIL I RUN OUT OF OXYGEN..."
"The Golden Gate Bridge!"
"Hoop Net Score!"
"Don Nelson to the RIM!"
"Unicorns!"
"Vietnam!"
"Idaho Doesn't Have a Basketball Team!"
etc

The big trees are falling over like oak wood trees of the forest or the big display of 2 liter bottles of coca-cola that I knocked over at the convenient store when I accidentally forgot to put my vehicle automobile in park while gassing up over the weekend of Independence when we all celebrate the freedom.
The Golden State Indian Warrior Machine has refused to accept any of that cowboy horse stimuli that is known as the number two team in the National Basketball of the America.
The Duncan Man was left eating the Donuts when the big player on the Warriors said, "I have to protect this rim and hoop net from your ball entry and please excuse the sexual innuendo but many fans and readers like the arousal and would rather imagine taking the ball to the whole than falling asleep on the toilet and showing up 10 minutes late to the staff meeting.  The big player on the Warriors squad of new hope is: Biedrins.
The Sleepy Freud asks,

"would you trade 'Dris for Shaquille O'Neal right now, even if Shaq were healthy and making the same salary?"
I'm guessing that `Dris is Biedrins and unlike most Golden Rods (Could this be the name of the fans of the Golden State because I think anyone who has followed the team closely has an erection of excitement similar to the happy excitement of waking up in junior high*) I will answer `yes' trade for Shaq.  
Basketball ability and running up and down the court and etc. aside I would always rather hang out with Shaq than Biedrins, especially if all I needed to pay was Biedrins salary to hang out with the Shaq for three more years.
Mr. Shaq is one of the greatest human beings alive.  If you hung out with him your life would surely improve like hanging out with a dog that all of a sudden learns to talk, cook and mow the lawn.  Hanging out with Mr. Shaq would be better.  If you hung out with Biedrins for the same amount of time you would probably get beat up eight more times in an alley than you would hanging out with Shaq.  Anyway, the point is Biedrins is better on the basketball field court.  
It is impossible to tell if this is a dream season.   I remind myself of times when I'm dreaming in a dream and then wake up in the dream and think, "Oh, I'm awake," only to find that I am not awake at all.
The ESPN gives the Golden State no support.  They are the original Golden `Softie'.  This board raves like Golden Rods should.  I find no middle ground of general interest and of knowing the truth about legitimate hope and dreams within a dream of the Golden State winning the final voting victory and the trophy case with the trophy inside.  
If the Golden State wins then I should buy lots of coca-cola bottles to spray on everyone's head and all my friends from the year: Mr. Don, Davis, etc and Troy Murphy.
My new friend after big Spur win is the Russ Turner of the Assistant Coach team.  The member named eshock said nice words  about the man so that my mind is enlightened and open like a pineapple that was sitting in a tree of palm on a deserted island.

*If the season does not continue on the uphill climb and falls off a cliff like Wile E. Coyote then maybe the fans should be referred to as the Golden Softies or the Golden E.D.'s but right now I think the Golden `Rods' work.

Today I wake from the sleep in the bed where I rest my head.  I was going to go down to the park to practice my bouncing using one hand with the basketball and work on making the hoopshots.  My mind then said, "You will not be a National Basketball of America player."
I replied, "Yes," but I was a little sad and upset.  The comment shocked me.  When I practice the shooting in the net I always imagine playing on a real basketball field court instead of the imitation black pavement field court.  I sometimes pretend the invisible crowd is saying, "BAUM-ER!"
It is at moments like these I try and do my best dribble move around the invisible players on the field court.  
"BAUM-ER!"
I am at the hoopnet.  I shoot the ball and sometimes it hits the flatboard and sometimes it even goes in.
"BAUM-ER!"
But I will never be the National Basketball of America player I imagine myself to sometimes be in invisible dreams against ghost players and non-existent fans cheering my name:
"BAUM-ER!"
That is why today I went down to the park and walked to the mid field court and took a shot.  I missed and then I left the court.
Tomorrow I will do the same thing and if I miss again I will come back the next day and keep coming back until I make the shot that is only half the length of a full court.
When I make the not full court, but half the length shot I will retire playing basketball.  My playing days will be over.  I just want to be able to say, "The last shot I ever took was a very long shot, but not the length of the whole court, it was half length and I made it go in."  Maybe it will go in only touching the net and nothing else, "Only the net and nothing else."
Recap: day 1 of my retirement tour=1 missed shot.

The thing that people have a tendency to say, from what I have heard in the history of my life at least up until this point, about 12 and 1 teams is that you're going to have trouble obtaining the 13th voting victory when you do not score more points in the basket than the rival playing opposite you and who sits on the other bench that you dont sit on.
The 12 and 1 team is now 12 and 2.  They are from UTAH.  "Everybody party."  Only 10 more loses and then they won't have more wins then defeats.
The UTAH nation of basketball team has a coach who says, "We were just very casual and our team isn't good enough to be that way.  We won't be able to win any games if we try to play on a consistent basis that way."
This coach dislikes the casual.  He is Jerry Sloan.  
"Hello Mr. Jerry, welcome to my casual dinner party."
"We are not good enough to dine casually.  We just can't eat that way and we will starve if we continue to try and dine in such a manner."
"Goodnight Jerry."
Yes, Mr. Jerry Jazz is not a fan of the 78 point casual.  
I would not be surprised if the Utah nation of basketball doesn't become involved in a match of causalities where both teams decide to embark on a journey of carelessness.  They even might decide to dress the part and take advantage of the office casual Friday where both the working man and the working woman are allowed to forget professionalism and dress like pimps and prostitutes if they want, but usually just end up wearing jeans and a t-shirt.
Of course, the Utah basketball nation will take the casual dress too far and show up in a stained white t-shirt they slept in and only a semi-clean pair of underwear.  As Mr. jerry already explained," We won't be able to win any games if we try to play [casual]."
This is understandable because sometimes on casual Fridays at my work a worker named Donald G. comes in wearing dirty sweatpants he wears to work out in.  Donald G. is our salesperson and on days he wears the dirty pants, which are dirty because he figures. "why is there any reason to wash them I only workout in them," he does not sell the product we box up to the people who try and buy it because his dirty pants make the people who try and buy not want to try and buy anymore and they say, "Oh, hello we are just looking and are not interested in trying to buy right now because it is not the right time," the people who try and buy, but don't try anymore look at Donald G's sweatpants and leave the store.  No chance for the win when Donald G. is in his sweatpants.
Mr. Don is very confusing to me because he does not talk about the casualality of the Utah nation basketball men, but of the Gods and how they made Matt Barnes score 24 points.
"Tonight the basketball gods were looking down on us."
If it was the Gods who made the Utah national team play casual then why did the Jerry get upset?  And if the Gods are controlling scores then why is there any reason to play the basketball on the court field?  Also, why do these Gods favor some teams more than others?
I don't like Mr. Don's basketball Gods.
But I like all the friends I've made so far: Baron Davis, Mr. Don, Pat O'Bryant, Jason `Harry' Richardson, Mike Dooooonleavy, Mickael Pietrus and Desmon Farmer.  With another win I now ask Troy Murphy to be my friend.  He is big and tall and next fall I'm going to ask mom if Troy can come apple picking with us.  Hello, Troy friend.

The score was a combined 300 if you factor in my algebra midterm score of 31 from freshmen year of high school.  My friend G-nugz was at the game and he said, "I liked my seat.  It was very comfortable and surprisingly the drive to the game was very relaxing.  I brought Gregory Anthony, not to be confused with the Gregory Carleton Anthony who played for the Knicks in the 90's.  Gregory Boyd Anthony is my ex-brother-in-law.  My sister married him and then divorced him three months later, but he still shows up for the holidays.  Everyone seems to like him, but he doesn't really know much about basketball.  I had to keep explaining to him the rules and he kept getting the rules of football mixed up with the rules of basketball.  `Where are the field goals?'  `Which one is the quarterback?'  As Denver neared a 100 points Gregory asked, `Do they win when they get a 100 points?'  I told him yes and watched him get up to leave with more than a quarter to play."
G-nugz went on to taunt me about the big points that the Warriors made and then still did not get a voting victory.  I refuse to type the words here.
I think when the Warriors go a long time without a victory celebration they forget what a win is.  "What is a win?" they ask.  "I do not know," they reply.  At night they have bad dreams too.  They all dream that the teachers will not pass them and they have to sit on the heater with all the other kids who failed and they'll have to start smoking cigarettes and skipping classes and then what started as a one loss string of losses has turned into a string of beads hanging on the Christmas tree.  The championship that's supposed to be on the top of the tree like a star from the universe is replaced by a big hairy boot (I do not know how a boot gets hairy, but everyone gets a sad face when they look at it) from the place of strange unwanted treasures that no one wants to touch or see.  A good joke would be made if I said that Adonal Foyle is also in this place, but I did not say the joke so no one gets to laugh and Mr. Foyle can go to sleep in his own bed tonight.  Foyal Adonalgland is still looking for double digits in his season scoring.  I bet sometimes he goes home and tells his children, "Daddy got to play tonight."
And his son asks, "How many points until you get to 10?"
"Only one son, only one more."
"Dad, you're the greatest."