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.