You know how when people die they supposedly see the light and feel a sense of calm and peace? That’s how I feel right now with the potential Minnesota death of Kevin Love. I see the light. I don’t feel the pain anymore. I’m accepting of whatever fate may be. A semi-truck named David Kahn t-boned my Ford Focus of a Timberwolves team and I’m screwed. But Gorgui Dieng is giving me CPR. And Robbie Hummel is calling 911. Shabazz Muhammad is playing Angry Birds but he really is thinking about helping.
It’s not the end of the world. If Love stays, we’ll have a big future. If he leaves, life goes on. I make fun of Shabazz a lot, but he really does have the potential to be what everybody thought Michael Beasley could be. He also has the potential to be just Michael Beasley. The pendulum swings wide on Shabazz. Here’s to hoping he doesn’t like weed.
Robbie Hummel doesn’t play a lot, but when he does he hussles his ass off and makes nice threes. Unfortunately, he’s had more surgeries than Mickey Rourke’s face. I have a firm belief that if Robbie “The Wrestler” Hummel can do enough yoga and pilates or whatever NBA players do to stay healthy, he could be a really solid NBA role player. Here’s to hoping he doesn’t like bungee jumping.
Which brings me to the Senegal Sensation, Gorgui Dieng. Nothing but positivity here. Who saw this shit coming? He’s averaging 13 points, 14 rebounds and nearly 60% shooting in the last six games, all of which he started in place of the injured Nikola Pekovic. In those six games, he had one 22 point/21 rebound game and one 15/15 game. BEAST! I love Pek. He’s my favorite player. But in the meantime, I’m enjoying the hell out of watching Gorgui gallop around the court like a wobbly, newborn, giant moose unleashed on a world-full of unsuspecting Precious Moments figurines. He’s not quite there yet, but you can see it in him. He’s already great defensively and actually has some nice offensive moves too. Here’s my favorite part: His first name means “Old one” in his native tongue of Wolof. He even speaks Wolf.
Look, Gorgui Dieng obviously isn’t the next Kevin Love. (Even though his rebounding stats have rivaled his in this stretch.) He’s just a wee-little Timberpup right now. But I need hope. Kevin Love has been dragging my tattered Timberwolves heart around for too long. We don’t need him. We’ve sucked for ten years, so what’s sucking for a few more with players that actually want to be here? In two years, we could conceivably have a line-up that consists of Ricky Rubio, Shabazz Muhammed, Corey Brewer, Gorgui Dieng and Nikola Pekovic. Good enough to get into the playoffs? Who knows? Maybe the Bucks will get bought by the Seattle group and Minnesota will move to the Eastern Conference and we can sport a 10-72 record and still be the third best team in the East? Do you know what all of those players have in common, though? They’re tough as nails and don’t bitch and whine when things don’t go their way. They don’t have rich uncle Beach Boys and need to be around a UCLA umbrella in Sun Tan Land at all times. I just don’t get it. I would play in a jar full of jelly in Siberia for the money these dudes are making. Who cares if you live in a hip town? Just suck it up for ten years, make your money and retire to Valhalla!
Next up, we play the Los Angeles Lakers on Friday at home. I’d rather be an NBA team on the slow crescendo up than a faltering behemoth of a crumbling dynasty. For the love of god, let’s beat this Lindsay Lohan of a team.