Has there ever been a video that embodied the phrase "it's all relative" more than this one? I don't ever remember seeing an NBA head coach celebrate that raucously for anything other than a Larry O'Brien trophy. If that doesn't give you an idea of what the state of affairs is in Minnesota then I don't know what will. Now, don't get me wrong, they should definitely be happy. Especially in a draft year that will likely produce more one NBA superstar, but should they be THAT happy? This is like when someone in America eats a steak at Applebees and leaves mildly content, but a person in Somalia eating that same steak would probably climax all over themselves. Yup, Minnesota is the Somalia of the NBA, no racial pun in intended. You think Byron Scott would be skipping around like a hyperactive child after eating too much birthday cake if he got the first pick? You think Phil Jackson would offer anything more than a fist pump if the Knicks won the draft lottery? No chance. This was Minnesota's NBA finals, and they finally won something based on their own 'merit'. Merit of course meaning the unbelievable ability to lose more games than the 76ers, a team who is actively sucking. When you are team that lacks star power, never mind fails to hold on to it when it falls in your lap, a spin of a couple ping pong balls is the best day of your year. You may have Thanksgiving or St. Patrick's Day penciled in as the pinnacle of your year, but the Timberwolves have the crowning of the league's biggest failure marked on their calendar. Unlike Stephon Marbury, Kevin Garnett, and Kevin Love, no one can take that away from them. In a few short weeks one lucky team will win an NBA championship. Then, and only then, will someone in the NBA experience as much joy as Flip Saunders and his staff did last night.
For some context, we head to the New York Knicks draft party to find out what the exact opposite of that joy looks like...