MINNEAPOLIS Rick Adelman is smiling.
Well, Rick Adelman was smiling at one precise moment, as a camera flashed and captured it forever. And the Minnesota Timberwolves took that smile and they magnified it. They dramatized it and stuck it on the wall of the windowless tunnel outside the team's locker room, at the beginning of a line of portraits of each and every player.
They're waist-up shots, as striking as they are faux-dramatic. Storm clouds swirl in the background. Brows are knitted. It's all very sturm und drang, sort of a Gothic-cum-Twilight feel. All, of course, except the jolly, whimsical Rick Adelman.
The who? The what?
That picture and its magnified grin lend the whole thing an extra air of comedy. Because Rick Adelman doesn't smile. Not like that, not without a nagging care. His eyebrows don't arch that high; no one had imagined it was even physically possible. You've got to wonder about airbrushing, or at least whether Ricky Rubio was lurking beh...