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Sometimes a blog post doesn’t need too many words. 14 years without making the playoffs. We finally did it. Yeah we’ll probably get swept by the Rockets. Who cares? I feel like that 105 year old man they show on TV when a team’s about to win a championship. “He sat through it all!”

Here’s how I reacted when we made it. My dogs were very upset.

 

 

 

I’ve been a fan of the Minnesota Timberwolves since 2002.  I saw some good years, then sat through a decade and a half of BDSM with all of the bleeding and none of the enjoyment.  I went to games that were so sparsely attended that even though I bought upper bowl tickets, I sat in the third row courtside and nobody stopped me.  Hell, I could have played and nobody would have cared.  I slogged through Rambis, Kahn, Darko, knuckle push-ups and the Cream Team.  Still year in and year out I come back to this team, because I gave my heart to them.  I even made a video where I couldn’t burn Kevin Love’s jersey because I loved the Pups too much.

But after last night, I will only put in as much effort as the Timberwolves do.  And that currently is zero.  Players and coaches change over the years, but the one thing that remains constant is the fans.  And the Timberwolves fans deserve better than this.  My 98 year old grandma would have tried harder and she’s not alive.

So fuck you, Timberwolves.

fuckyou

Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, Taj & Teague – you’re cool, fuck you, fuck you.  I’m out.

(Yeah, yeah, yeah I’m not going anywhere and maybe after next game I’ll change my tune but I’m just completely disillusioned with this franchise right now.)

UGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHH!

At least last year our season wasn’t ruined until March.  How is this season turning out to be worse?  We have eight and a half uninjured players if you count Ricky Rubio.  If we keep at this pace pretty soon we’ll be able to fit all our players into a bobsled.  Dear God, I just wished we still had Michael Beasley.  My brain is turning on me!

We had an 18 point lead (!!!) in the first quarter and ended up losing by 12 because our players were tired.  Luke Ridnour fell asleep in his jammies by the bench like it was Christmas morning.  We need to trade for anyone or anything, pronto.  The Birdman, Rudy Gay and his ginormous contract, a sack of potatoes that we throw at opposing players.  Glen Taylor and David Kahn themselves wouldn’t be as bad as seeing Steimsma and Amundson doucheball it up out there.  Let Kahn run around for 40 minutes and get plowed over by that weirdo with the unibrow. Seriously, am I the only one who is freaked out by Anthony Davis?

This pic is not photoshopped in any way.  Think about that.  Photo from yardbarker.com

This pic is not photoshopped in any way. Think about that. Photo from yardbarker.com

Alright, we can’t let ourselves lose hope.  Things can happen.  All the other teams’ stadiums could fall into a sinkhole and we could win the championship by default.  The 2004 Lakers, Pacers and Pistons could be found guilty of giving their players PCP and the title could be retroactively given to us.  You never know!

I am just full of delusional optimism.  I have to be.  I’m a Timberwolves fan.  So here’s a few things to remind yourself of, so as to not fall into a Timberwolves induced depression:

1) Remember that all of our players are eventually coming back.  Well, except Brandon Roy probably.  I’m pretty sure his knees are held together by gum and soggy spit-wads.  But nobody’s dead.  Right?  Wait, has anybody seen Lazar Haywood lately?

2) Good seats will most likely be much easier to get soon.  During the Rambis era, I would just buy upper level seats and sneak down to the floor.  Nobody bothered to stop me.  I’m pretty sure I could have coached if I’d wanted.  Two more months without Kevin Love means I might even be able to buy the team soon and make Jack Sikma run me around in a rickshaw.

3) If (when) we don’t make the playoffs we will have a fancy lottery pick to use on Shawn Bradley Jr. or some conjoined twins from St. Cloud.

4) It could be worse: We could be Sacramento