Well, that was a buzzsaw.
In what should’ve been a statement game for a franchise trying to announce its arrival on the NBA’s biggest stage, the Minnesota Timberwolves instead got punched in the mouth, slipped on the mat, knocked over the water cooler, and spent the entire second half staring up at the scoreboard wondering what the hell just happened.
Final score: Oklahoma City 114, Minnesota 88.
Let’s be clear—the first half wasn’t a disaster. In fact, for the most part, it was downright encouraging. Julius Randle looked like Julius from the alternate universe where he’s secretly a Splash Brother.