With fresh eyes and an uplifted heart, a new day had dawned in Wolves land. While in previous years we were mired in the straight jacket of exclamations of “ICE” and “Do Your Job,” amidst temper tantrums and infamous practices, we lost sight of what we truly hold dear. That profound belief that, without any reasoning or rationale, without any ability to consider the past, that hope springs eternal in our heart of hearts.
After all, we have believed in lesser odds before. Did we truly believe that Brandon Roy’s knees were anything but two sticks jostling against each other?