MINNEAPOLIS The Ricky Rubio caricature is a flawed one.
You know what I'm talking about, the smiling cherub perched on the bench, the sighing prince who waxes poetic about his teammates, and basketball, and anything else in his sunny domain. That Ricky Rubio, the one who sometimes feels like he's not quite of this world, too happy, too earnest, incapable of lying or misleading or transgressing in any fashion that's the one.
That caricature was smushed between Andrei Kirilenko and Greg Stiemsma on the Timberwolves' bench late in the fourth quarter of Saturday's 115-86 win. He grinned. No, he beamed. He was the man of the hour. His team was up big over the Hornets, up so big that he only got 23 minutes on the court. Any more would have been unkind, piling it on, as if a nearly 30-point win wasn't already.
But the caricature, if real, would have prevented the whole thing. The caricature ignores the other Rubio, the Rubio who was the reason this other could ...