Let’s be honest, Wolves fans. We’re in uncharted territory here. And I don’t mean “uncharted” like when Chris Columbus “discovered” a place that already had millions of people living there. I mean actual uncharted, like stumbling through a cursed forest blindfolded for three decades and finally emerging to find a fully operational Buc-ee’s with clean bathrooms and a beef jerky wall.
Because after decades of sadness, dysfunction, blown draft picks, and “Wally Szczerbiak is our second-best player” moments, the Minnesota Timberwolves have finally morphed into something coherent, competent, and dare I say... championship-adjacent?
It’s a wild sentence to type, but it’s even wilder to believe.