Last week felt like the nail in the coffin for another Wolves season. They lost four games, all of which seemed winnable when the week began, and punted at the trade deadline, neither making (probably hopeless) moves to try to reinvigorate this year’s squad, nor finding new homes for any of their older, expiring contract players in exchange for even marginal future help. Not surprisingly, they also didn’t take the opportunity to re-imagine the roster without Andrew Wiggins, whose paycheck far outstrips his on-court value.
We’ve often used the myth of Sisyphus as a metaphor for our beloved franchise, and finally last season it looked like they were making some progress pushing that rock up that damn mountain.