Updates!:

I meant to write earlier, but... didn't, because everything was busy.

-Birthday was OK... went to the Saints game, and was close to having it start on time, until it started raining like 5 minutes before the game. Then we got an hour and a half delay until they finally started it, so we actually got to see some baseball. We were tired and cold after about 6 innings, though, and the game seemed to always be on the verge of getting called at any moment, so we left. As it turns out, the game went 10 innings. And now I somewhat regret leaving.

-Things I got: a bunch of bobbleheads, which means my "start a collection so that people never have trouble buying for you" quest has somewhat paid off. Also, a book called "The Natural Superiority of the Left-Hander."

-My birthday was also a bit sad, since the Macho Man Randy Savage passed away. So look, he might just be the guy who Snapped Into A Slim Jim and had an awesome voice to most people. Which is fine. But I grew up watching early 90's WWF, and he... along with Hulk Hogan and the Ultimate Warrior, were the three superhuman-esque characters that defined that part of my childhood. From what I remember, Macho Man was for the most part a bad guy, so I can't say that he was my favorite or anything (honestly, it was probably Ultimate Warrior... although apparently he went kind of nuts after a while), but he was this loose cannon bad guy that you easily see yourself cheering for. Which made his biggest moments (winning the title tournament at Wrestlemania 4 at a point where everybody expected Hogan to win, losing a retirement match at Wrestlemania 7 to the Ultimate Warrior but then reuniting with his long time valet Miss Elizabeth after the match) just as great as any other moments in that period.

Basically, it's just another part of my childhood that is gone, which is going to strike me as weird until I actually feel somewhat old.

(Also, at the height of my Timberwolves fandom back in the early 00's, Malik Sealy died in a car crash on my birthday. So, uhh... don't drive on May 20th if I have fond childhood memories of you.)