Things started off so well. After a 20-3 lead in the first quarter against the Grizzlies, I all but anointed us the new superpower in the West. We were going to topple the Golden State Warriors in the Western Conference Finals and then sweep the Cavs in a series that without doubt would make LeBron James start checking out homes in Plymouth next to Cole Aldrich’s duplex. Karl-Anthony Towns was on his way to a 51 point night, Andrew Wiggins would become meaner than KG at Carmelo and La La Anthony’s anniversary party and Kris Dunn and Ricky Rubio would sign a blood pact to work together forever and have 100 assists per game until 2030.
Then we got Wolvesy.
Towns stopped scoring, Wiggins missed free throws that a real mean person would have made and Ricky’s shot almost missed the backboard, which is actually a slight improvement for him. Did I miss the memo about the Grizzlies hitting threes all of a sudden? The Grizzlies don’t shoot threes! That’s like Bowser suddenly being the fastest accelerator in Mario Kart. These are not the rules we agreed upon! Bowser’s fat ass takes forever to get going, nobody gets to be Odd Job in Goldeneye and the Memphis Grizzlies are plodding, bulbous sea-cows who don’t hit anything out of bean bag toss range.
We got cocky. And that’s Minnesota Karma Punishment 101. We don’t get arrogant in Minnesota. We bundle up, plug in our Vitamin D lights so we don’t get seasonal depression and imagine that everything horrible that could happen will, because it usually does. I once wore shorts on an unseasonably warm day in April and then it stayed cold until the first week of June and it’s ALL MY FAULT.
So now we have our attitude readjusted to proper Upper Midwest standards. We are going to be good, but damnit we haven’t earned the swagger yet and we paid for it against the Grizzlies. Remember Kevin Love? He was a miserable bastard who hated every second of his life here and we won 40 games his last season! That’s like being undefeated by Timberwolves standards. I recommend that all Wolves players not properly familiar with the Minnesota mindset recite this to themselves every night before bed: “We don’t deserve to win. We are the Brooklyn Nets with less hope. We are the Philadelphia Sixers if they were dumb enough to think they were a real basketball team. The Washington Generals have a better chance of beating the Globetrotters than we do of making two shots in a row. We should really just stick to what we’re good at, which is convincing ourselves that living in a tundra is normal and not talking to people unless we’ve known them for 15 years.”
That ought to appease the karma gods. 81-1 here we come!
Saturday night we play the Kings in Sacramento. We’ll probably lose to them because they are the most dysfunctional team in the NBA and we are horrible people who deserve everything that’s coming to us.