Here’s a quick NBA riddle for you: What do beach towels, WrestleMania, a late-night tattoo dare, and the collective psyche of an entire fanbase have in common?
Two Words: Naz. Reid.
We are now well into the Timberwolves offseason — a place I was not emotionally prepared to be quite this soon, by the way — and it’s time for Tim Connelly to earn every cent of his rumored $8 million salary. Between luxury tax gymnastics and the potential three-headed free agent monster looming in the room (NAW, Julius Randle, and the man of the hour), this front office is basically being asked to land a triple axel on a balance beam.