On March 31, Minnesota wanted so much. Too much.
No matter that Kevin Garnett had taken the Target Center court three times already as a Celtic. No matter that he'd been gone for five years; that he should have been more a memory than a source of such crippling insecurity. He was still Kevin Garnett, after all, but these were different desires, different hopes for the man who was once the Timberwolves' greatest hope.
This time would be different. This time, there were fewer fans with those seven letters on the backs of their outdated jerseys. This time, they'd replaced Garnett with a new Kevin, a Kevin who was set to prove, head-to-head, that he was better. This time, Garnett was finally old.
And then Garnett waltzed into Minneapolis, still feeding off the derogatory comments he'd made earlier that week about the Timberwolves franchise, propelled by the smattering of boos among the cheers and the implications at every turn that he and his Celtics had passed their prime. With all ...