Remember when Timberwolves draft night was like Christmas morning for a franchise trapped in Groundhog Day?
We’d gather around our TVs in June, desperately clinging to hope as David Kahn used a lottery pick on yet another point guard we didn’t need, praying this one would finally break the curse. (Spoiler: They didn’t.)
Back then, draft night was the season. It was the main event, the sequel, the redemption arc, and the comedy all rolled into one. And if we were lucky, it didn’t end with a European big man we’d never hear from again or a future All-Star immediately traded for cash considerations.