JJ Barea reminds me of my miniature dachshund:
Fearless. Stubbornly persistent. Able to get into tiny crevices whether you like it or not. Humps things that he shouldn’t.
In a season full of surprises, one of the least shocking is JJ’s ability to completely take over in the 4th quarter. But how the hell does he do it?! He has the labored jump shot of a 7th grade girl heaving a medicine ball and he flails about like a Wet Willy toy sprinkler. Yet it works. I’m convinced that it’s because he’s so low to the ground that nobody can stop him. It’s not fair to other players and there’s no end in sight unless David Stern instills a “No Oddjob” rule a la N64 Goldeneye.
What would JJ do with himself if he weren’t a basketball player? Surely his indomitable spirit and competitive nature would spur him on to do something of importance. In another world he could have played Tyrion Lannister on “A Game Of Thrones” or advanced penguin research by living as one of them.
Barea wasn’t the only Timberwolf who lit it up last night. Alexey Shved, in particular, is really coming into his own. I love these Russians! We are 2-0 on the awesome Russian tip this year. I think Ronald Reagan owes us all an apology for giving them a bad rap. As far as I’m concerned, our starting five could consist of Shved, Andrei Kirilenko, Mikhail Baryshnikov, Mila Kunis and Mikhail Gorbachev’s red, bird-poop stain and we’d be good.
Oh and Kevin Love hurt himself again. In other news basketballs bounce, Kareem Abdul-Jabar is tall and scoring more than your opponent wins the game.
Next up we play the Portland Trailblazers at home on Saturday. Word on the street is Nikola Pekovic has a new tattoo of a grizzly bear on his forearm. So my man crush continues.