Another Rare Sports Post

I've mentioned my affection for the Minnesota Timberwolves and Kevin Garnett, and how my sports-love has been split now that they're entirely separate entities. I get a thrill every time I check out the Celtics and find that KG did well, or that the Celtics did well even when KG didn't, or that KG kicked ass for 17 minutes and then sat the rest of the game. I just want him to do well. It's like I have a son. A son who's only seven years younger than I am, who's a foot taller than me, and who's about my weight. A son who has so much melanin in his skin, if it were packed into my smaller frame it would make me look like Drizzt Do'Urden:

(Sorry--I'm a geek.)

On the flip-side of that (as opposed to the Flip-side) are the Wolves. They're languishing. They're losing. They suck.

But they don't--not really. They've been in every game. Until the last few minutes of each contest, they've been in a position to pull it out--but they haven't. Last night they got a bunch of great performances (like and such as: 20 points and 9 rebounds from my favorite player, Craig "The Rhino" Smith, and 18 rebounds from rookie Corey Brewer), but still lost. It's tough, but they're not a terrible team.

But right now the Wolves are 2-15 and the Celtics are 15-2. And both of those numbers are due to Kevin Garnett. His absence and his presence.