It’s a hangover without alcohol. It’s a long sluggish slide with no thanks to too many sliders. It’s grumpy and no ties to a Growler.
I am still in a funk over the end of the Wolves season. Yes, I know, the worst season in ages. Perhaps, in this day and age of non-stop highlights, everyone’s an expert and constant backchat, THE worst season for an NBA team. However you slice it, the healing is gonna’ take some time and roster moves might be the only salve to close the wound.
I stayed on this team all season.