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.