Bandwagon carried, kicking and screaming


I’ve been alternately bewildered and bonkers over the reactions to the Wolves .500 season.

The message boards are filled with quacks who would normally be watching hockey if the NHL weren’t going the 90′s baseball route. Maybe they’re all Lakers fans laid off from the slow start, coaching change, and readjustment period of D’antoni, Nash, Howard and Bryant? Vikings fans have a lot of down time between the weekends, but they’ve got to be happy with the return of Adrian Peterson? Hunters? They’ve got Wolves and Deer. Snowmobilers and fishing types have snow and ice, aplenty.

What on Earth is there to exile all of the unhappy, knee-jerk, crybabies from their respective petulant cheerleading sections and drive them — force them — aboard the Minnesota Timberwolves bandwagon, where the long — Felton Spencer, Rashad McCants, Jonny Flynn, Ricky Davis, Chuck Person, Christian Laettner, Mike James — suffering fans have to listen to every fickle cry for a Michael Jordan wannabe to be the savior, the real star, the only one who can provide that last second scoring, that marquee sparkle, that elusive hero baller who will rescue the poor Wolves from the clutches of mediocrity — wait, we need rescuing from mediocrity now? Not the cellar? Not disaster? We’re talking about a broken hand still, right? A major knee injury? Two ligaments? What? Hold on…

Rubio has been terrible this year, outside of one great adrenalin filled game against Dallas. Watching CP3 tonight is an exercise in what Rubio should be doing – collapsing the paint, keeping the pace of the game off kilter for the team. Hell, even knocking down a jump shot or too. Now, I’m not knocking the kid’s talent level. I’m just simply saying, “Ricky, this is the time. Whatever you are as a player, now is the time to show up. So please, show up.”

Kevin Love. Stop taking threes. Just stop. You’re not going to make them. Stick to scrumming under the basket and continue to draw fouls.

This was not a quote from David Kahn. This is a fan post at Canishoopus, an otherwise heady community of basketball fans. The fan pool is contaminated, it seems. Ugh. It goes on…

As I’ve watched Westbrook tonight, I’ve found that I’ve been reminiscing about Marbury and about what he and KG could’ve done. I’ll get slaughtered for this, but this team desperately needs a Marbury right now. A guy who wants the last shot, who is cutthroat when they sense weakness in the defense. Someone who is at their best and in their element in the final minutes of a close game. Someone who, I really really really really hate to admit, can take over and get calls like Melo. Love has that ability, but he’s broken right now, and we don’t have the time to give up winnable games like the last two we’ve given up.

It’s like last year never happened for some of us. Kevin Love is a shoot first and second player who busts his behind on the boards. It’s obvious he’s not right. There is time to fix it. Ricky is a guy who breaks down defenses, collapses the paint. He also just had that pesky knee surgery and is just over a week returned.

It reminds me of this quote I heard once…

Tyler Durden: I’ll bring us through this. As always. I’ll carry you – kicking and screaming – and in the end you’ll thank me.

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