Ricky Rubio is out indefinitely and I’m in a depression spiral. We are never going to be good. And even if we start to be a hole will form in center court and Dieng, Wiggins and a visiting Dalai Lama/Pope Francis duo will fall in and ruin all hope for all of mankind ever.
Argh! I knew we weren’t going to win 50 games but at least it was going to be entertaining. There were going to be alley-oops and fibbity-doos and things that only Dr. Seuss could name. But now we lost to the Orlando Magic. The fucking Orlando Magic! Their fourth best player is an alligator. Now we enter a BRUTAL two week stretch where we play Miami, Houston and the ’96 Bulls all on the road. Like I said, I knew we weren’t going to make the playoffs but could we have at least made it 20 games without all hope being squashed like a mosquito under Anthony Bennett’s butt.
The worst part is the uncertainty of Ricky’s injury. He’s already had ACL problems. Is this just going to be 1-2 months out or are we going to find out that he’s actually made out of Spanish toffee? We won’t even find out for a few weeks. How does God let someone like Ricky Rubio get hurt? I get Derrick Rose and Kevin Durant. They’re warriors. They’re meant for that. Ricky Rubio is a lost lhasa apso who needs a little coat to keep him warm. In the arms of an angel, Ricky. Fly away!
I guess we’re going to see how Zach Lavine plays now. The good news is he can dunk. The bad news is so can literally every player in the NBA. I’ll be more impressed if he suddenly learns how to pass and dribble. We. Are. Screwed.
Next up we play the Heat in Miami. Dwayne Wade has the body of King Tut but Chris Bosh is playing with a chip on his shoulder. Are they any good? Who knows but they’re sure going to kick our ass. Go….Wolves….:(