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On a brisk fall afternoon 30 minutes west of downtown Minneapolis, a sopping-wet Jimmy Butler sits shotgun in my parked rental car wearing only his boxers and my borrowed socks, and we're wondering where it all went wrong.
"This is your fault," says the Timberwolves' prize acquisition. He dials the heater to 11. He's not entirely mistaken. Our questionable teamwork here in the Land of 10,000 Lakes has landed the three-time All-Star in one of those lakes -- shoulders first.