Kevin Love missed those free throws on purpose. It was a political statement.
The first one was in solidarity with the missed opportunities of third world nations around the world.
The second one was a reminder that we build our love for each other day by day, brick by brick.
The third one he was actually supposed to miss, but somehow missed it wrong. Um…for PETA?
He didn’t choke. He’s Susan Sarandon.
The truth is, Kevin Love had an awesome game. He’s the best PF in the league. But it ended so, so badly. It was like taking a long, refreshing pull of Antarctic spring water and then realizing that the last few drops were Dick Cheney’s microwaved butt sweat squeezed from his yoga pants by Kevin Durant. The mood went from “YES! WE’RE GOING TO WIN THIS!” to “At least we’ll still tie and go to overtime” to “God doesn’t exist and happiness is an illusion.” You know, a Timberwolves game.
Perhaps Minnesota is a bit over-dramatic as a fan-base. I’ve personally written off the season and then predicted a championship at least seven times each so far. But with the only franchise player we’ve had in ten years threatening to leave if things don’t shape up, we can be excused for being a bit high-strung when things don’t go our way. Which is all the time. There’s only so many times that John Lennon can threaten to quit the Beatles before you throw Yellow Submarine against the wall and call Yoko a bitch. Wings may have sucked but at least they all wanted to be there.
Next up, we play the sad and lonely Philadelphia 76ers. A team so lousy and confused that they’re messing up tanking. The bad news: They’re on a four game winning streak, all on the road, including one against a very good Portland Trailblazers. The good news: At least we’re not the Sixers. Go Wolves!