The rumor mill is speculating that Kevin Martin and Nikola Pekovic are returning to the Timberwolves line-up tonight. That’s fantastic! Unfortunately, I believe nothing anymore. Killer bees were supposed to be here in 1985 and kill us all. Seven year old Mike Brody didn’t sleep at all that year. Players returning from injury? 36 year old Mike Brody will believe it when he sees it.
It would be nice if they did come back, though. Three of our top four players (four out of five if you count Shabazz Muhammad) are out right now. It’s called being a Timberwolf. We are ALWAYS hurt. I don’t understand what our trainers are doing? If there is a PED/steroid scandal coming in the NBA then we will get off scott-free. I don’t think our trainers even give our players band-aids. We have the only Christian Science medical staff. Kevin Love’s “knuckle push-up” injury was healed through spooning and watching “Frozen” on repeat.
“Oh, your hands hurt? LET IT GO…LET IT GOOOOOOOO!”
If Pek comes back, it would be nice to see him standing next to that other Transylvania bastard, Miroslav Raduljica, that we signed last week. Miroslav! What a name! It sounds like the world’s worst condiment.
“Yeah, yeah…dry-ass bagels again. Put some of that Miroslav on there. No, no…gimme the radish kind.”
Look at how much more scary a full beard makes an Eastern-European:
So tonight we play the Dallas Mavericks in Minneapolis. I’m excited to see former Wolf JJ Barea again. It’s like seeing an old girlfriend at the theater with their new boyfriend. Except you’re not jealous, you just watch and chuckle as they run around with their new nightmare spilling Hawaii Punch on their Kanye West shirt and stealing the non-electric vacuum. Enjoy the douchebag, Dallas!