A week after forgetting to put on his jersey before a game, lollygagging his way through a passive performance, getting jeered by the Target Center crowd and insulting Timberwolves fans, Andrew Wiggins returned home.
There was virtually no reaction. If the Target Center crowd booed him Friday night, I missed it.
So a maximum-contract, supposed franchise player commits most of the deadly sins of sports stardom, including insulting the paying clientele, and draws no reaction, even after his first shot of the game produces an airball?
This might be the saddest aspect of Wiggins’ career. He can’t even muster the energy to be a good villain.