After almost three years of grinding the Minnesota Timberwolves organization into an even more disappointing granule than it was, it was a joyous day around the fan base when Tom Thibodeau’s reign of terror finally ended.
Naively, it felt like the black clouds and torrential downpour would immediately cease. Prodigal son Ryan Saunders would take over, sunshine would reappear, Andrew Wiggins would be fun and productive, and unicorns would majestically dance throughout the skyways downtown.
Unfortunately, life isn’t always as we picture it. In reality, overhauling the stupendous amount of Tomfoolery was never going to be a job capable of being completed during the grind of an NBA campaign.