Mar 5, 2014; Minneapolis, MN, USA; Minnesota Timberwolves center Nikola Pekovic (14) dribbles in the first quarter against the New York Knicks forward Amar

Timberwolves: Better Lucky Than Good

What did you do when you found out the Kevin Love trade was officially approved by the NBA?

Did you slam a Pabst Blue Ribbon? Did you cry? Maybe you kissed your girlfriend. Or maybe you accidentally punched some dude in the line at Chipotle ‘cuz you were trying to do the classic Tiger Woods fist pump and it just didn’t work out very well. Whatever the case, I sincerely hope nobody lost their burrito bowl.

However you reacted I’m sure you’ll agree that Saturday was a good day for our Timberwolves.

We didn’t screw it up.

I’ll say it again: we didn’t screw it up. It seems simple, but that’s kind of a big deal for us. There’s no need to go through Wolves history point by point, but it’s no secret that we’re known more for losing basketball games and for poor decision-making than for anything remotely positive. Can you say KAAAAHHHN!!!???

It’s true, the past ten years were downright dreadful. The perpetual losing cast a dark cloud of pessimism over our  fan base, and when it rained, it poured. The occasional hopeful rays of sunshine in the form of talented players seemed to push the clouds away, but in reality the mixture of tears and self-loathing had only evaporated into the atmosphere, always waiting for the next chance to rain on our parade. The Kevin Love debacle was just the latest in a long line of thunderstorms.

If you’re one of those crazies who believes in the law of attraction and that thoughts are a precursor for your future reality, then you’re forced to accept that underneath all that “Minnesota nice” we’re really just a bunch of masochists with a huge appetite for self-destruction. And cheese curds. We like those too.

Mike Myers’ bloated creation known as Fat Bastard is picking up what I’m putting down:
We were caught in a vicious cycle, unable to turn it around. We were the Fat Bastard of the NBA, eating because we were unhappy, and unhappy because we were eating. We were pathetic.

But we’re not anymore.

Somehow we’ve managed to break the cycle of losing with this Kevin Love trade. I know this to be true because a truly pathetic franchise would have crumbled under the massive pressure. The “loser” team would have listened to the “you don’t have any leverage” naysayers and then dealt their star for pennies on the dollar. We didn’t do that. Nope, we held out for the best deal all the while focusing on what we could gain rather than what we might lose. We were smart. We acted like winners. We were actually kind of–what’s the word–cool?

Doubters can dismiss the Wolves’ display of confidence as an aberration and instead focus on how lucky we were with this trade. If Cleveland hadn’t won the lottery…If LeBron hadn’t gone home…If Kahn hadn’t botched up Kevin Love’s contract. To those people I say “Great, we got lucky! How often has that happened?”

This means that we were either lucky or we were good. Who cares which one is which? Either the Wolves’ competency level has taken a huge leap upward or the basketball gods have taken pity on us and have decided to smite someone else for a change.

Either way I’m not complaining.

What do you think? Was this trade a temporary break from our otherwise pathetic basketball existence or is it a sign of good things yet to come?


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