And In The End...

Parliament - London, England:

Well, that's it. Over a week in London, and not one confirmed Timberwolves sighting. You'd think a guy like Big Al or Mark Madsen would be conspicuous, but as I said earlier in the week, London is one of the most diverse places in the world. After talking to the authorities over here, helping me with my investigation was pretty far down their priority list. Go figure! One House of Commons member offered me his one free yearly psychological exam by British Health Services, although I didn't quite understand what he was getting at. I'm blaming that purely on cultural and language differences.

My very last hope was to consult an amateur Beatle expert, Richard--because of security purposes I can't reveal his last name--who took me on a walking Beatles tour to discuss my dilemma.

I reasoned since Paul McCartney died and was replaced back in the late 60's, besmirching Paul's good name by breaking up the Beatles and forming Wings in the 70's, he would be the perfect one to discuss my replacement investigation. Could there be a recording of a Timberwolf game I could play backwards that would give me hidden clues? Is Big Al left handed or right handed? Much like Barack Obama, which team member is trying to hide his cigarette obsession?

Sadly to say, he informed me that Paul did not actually die, that it was a huge joke on the part of the Beatles to have a bit of fun. Was he not such a good tour guide, and could show us the way back to our tube station, I would have hit him right then and there. I imagined it would be a lot like talking to Wolves broadcaster Jim Petersen, his sheer arrogance was staggering. Hadn't he listened to Helen Wheels or Silly Love Songs? In British parlance, I was simply gobsmacked!

Paul not dead...could it be I'm wrong about the Timberwolves as well? I guess there's something to ponder on my way back stateside. See you in a day or two.