Comedian Mike Brody and the good people of Minnesota are just too nice and have too much love for Kevin Love to burn his jersey. They are willing to get their frustrations out by “symbolically” burning it along with a Christian Laettner jersey but they just won’t literally burn the jerseys.
For those people of Minny that do have that pyro urge, here’s my suggestions of past Timberwolves that they might not love as much as love. You will notice that JR Rider and Rashad McCants are missing and that’s because they are friends of mine…and they might burn my house down if I list them.
Well now that I removed those two and Laettner has already been mentioned, I’m not sure who to pick. It would be unfair of me to lists busts like Wesley Johnson, Felton Spencer or Randy Foye, who the Wolves traded Brandon Roy to get, because it wasn’t their fault they were picked. I was thinking Joe Smith because his deal with Kevin McHale ended up costing the team $3.5 million and a couple future draft picks. Donyell Marshall and Luc Longley were also on my consideration list but I couldn’t think of anything worth jersey burning for. Maybe Anthony Carter who was arrested for a DWI back in 2006 but I don’t think the NBA even bothered making any Anthony Carter jerseys except for the ones that Carter wore.
Nevermind, I guess I’ll just have a big symbolic bonfire with everybody mentioned…as well as Marbury, Beasley and Olowokandi.
Back to Mike Brody. Although his video was funny, he had some pretty serious and negative things to say about Love on his TWolves Blog.
Kevin Love is an amazing player. He’s arguably a top five NBA talent and definitely top ten. He’s got incredible stats and improves year after year.
He is not, however, a leader.
He is in fact a whiny bitch.
“I just want to win, wherever that may be,” says Kevin Love.
What ever happened to CREATING a winning environment? Whatever happened to being an inspiration to win? Whatever happened to making everyone and everything around you rise to that level? I am no professional athlete. I honestly can’t even touch my toes. Every time my dog comes near me she sticks her nose down my belly button like there might be a sandwich in there. There probably is. But I simply don’t understand this post-Jordan culture of “If you can’t beat them, join them.” Of jumping ship the minute you’re dissatisfied. You are not a winner if you leave a losing situation that you were the main cog of just to go to a place that is already winning. That makes you a Benedict Arnold. It makes you the guy from the Goonies in the Matrix who just wants a steak. Even worse, it makes you Dwight Howard.
Yes, the Minnesota Timberwolves organization is a blundering behemoth of bullshit. It’s a parade of Jonny Flynn draftings, Darko Milicic signings, Kevin Love max contract snubbings and every other dumbass move you can think of. But that was because of David Kahn. He’s gone now. We had 40 wins last season in a brutal Western Conference. We lost a dozen games by a margin of 4 points or less because of a (now gone) legendary coach who unfortunately was long past mentally checked out. For three years we’ve had crippling injuries. Still, we have Ricky Rubio, Nikola Pekovic, Kevin Martin, Corey Brewer and a very intriguing sophomore class. We could make the playoffs next year. We could get 50 wins.
But we won’t, because Kevin Love will be gone. Because he can’t lead and he won’t lead.
So go on, get gone. Find your #1, Mr. #2. Go be the Kelly Rowland to someone’s Beyoncé. The Bumblebee to someone’s Optimus Prime. The Mike Love to someone else’s Brian Wilson.