As Ricky Christmas approaches this Saturday in Minneapolis against Dallas, there’s a buzzing excitement around the Wolves that would be stronger without the strongly worded wakeup call Kevin Love dropped this week.
As Wolves fans whip themselves to a fever pitch over Rubio’s return and Love’s comments, it’s appropriate to take stock of all the hubbub, and appreciate your favorite pastime for what it is: a game.
Over at Punch Drunk Wolves, Andy G has done just that. If you’re familiar with High Fidelity, you’ll be familiar with the headline and Catherine Zeta Jones.
“Why do I care?” is the single most hazardous question that a diehard NBA fan can ask himself.
“Junkies” like me, and those I surmise to be a large percentage of this blog’s readership, devote considerable time and energy to a game played by rich men we’ve never met.
Lending more than surface-level thought to the reasons for such devotion is to risk spoiling the fun for ourselves. After all, there is more “important” news in any edition of the New York Times and there are [hopefully] more pressing personal matters in any of our lives, whether they be professional, romantic, familial, or otherwise.
Don’t confuse what Lowe–or my interpretation of him, at least–is saying here. Lowe is not saying that he does not enjoy watching basketball. I’d be very surprised if there are many things he enjoys more, even if it’s Raptors-Wizards on DVR over his morning coffee. He enjoys watching basketball, but he’s not cheering for anybody. Instead, he’s closely observing the strategies used, their effectiveness versus different counterstrategies, and doing so all within a context he’s created for himself by studying piles of data and statistics. By analyzing the X’s and O’s, Lowe takes a different cognitive path to the same general emotion of enjoyment that Simmons experiences from sweating through a Celtics win.
Wolves fans at Target Center gave still-in-Cleveland LeBron James a standing ovation a few years back, after he turned in a brilliant performance that spliced domination with showmanship in a way that opposing fans could not help but reward with cheers.