MINNEAPOLIS Chris Johnson packed a bag. One bag.
Just 24 hours before his career night Saturday in Minneapolis, Johnson was arriving from California, two days removed from his most recent game with the Santa Cruz Warriors.
Just 48 hours before Mickael Gelabale's 11-point night at the Target Center, he was fresh off a plane from Spain, too tired even to schlep over to the arena and chat with his friend from the French Olympic team, the Clippers' Ronny Turiaf.
Both Minnesota Timberwolves knew what they were getting into upon arrival: 10-day contracts on a battered, flailing team with just eight healthy players at the time. Maybe a chance at something more, but it wasn't likely. Neither, though, could have had any concept of what awaited them.
No one could have possibly predicted the Timberwolves' 92-79 win over Houston on Saturday, even with the Rockets on a six-game slide and at the tail end of a back-to-back. The Timberwolves had lost five in a row, after all, and were hemorrha...