Whatever it is you’re feeling after a truly horrifying Minnesota Timberwolves Game 3 loss that will be indefinitely etched into our memories, I feel it, too.
Nearly 24 years after I was born into the fires of Minnesota sports fandom (thanks for choosing UST, Mom!) — forged along the way by hellish experiences at the hands of the teams, players and coaches I pour so much of my energy, time and money into — I am still learning that this rock bottom feeling always has another depth to descend to.
The hundreds of thousands of homegrown Minnesotans that still call this place home have experienced just about every possible feeling a sports team can give them in their lifetimes.