I’ll give you a hundred guesses to figure out what we are going to do today...
You would be wrong if you said: the opera, watch a kidney transplant, dice an eggplant or maybe wash some socks. Nope. Not even close.
Ever the traditionalist, the Mystery Woman wanted to get us tickets to something that would make this Christmas memorable. She scored two tickets to see the Harlem Globetrotters play.
It seems I mentioned that I had never seen them play and -- in a Christmas miracle -- their schedule brings the team to Minneapolis in the middle of a blizzard. Full disclosure: the Mystery Woman is more of an academic. She never knew they play basketball. Stand-up comics, perhaps?
She said they are great seats -- on the fifty-yard line.
So, with two feet of snow on the ground in twenty-five degree weather, we will bundle up and drive six blocks to the light rail stop, fumble for three quarters to pay for a ticket downtown where we get off the train, scrunch-walk across the street to Target Center and hoot and holler in memory of the legendary Meadowlark Lemon.
I'm grinning just thinking about it.