Just days before tip-off of the most intriguing first-round matchup in the Western Conference, I find myself in a familiar place: rage-scrolling through NBA Twitter, counting how many so-called experts are picking the Wolves to beat the Lakers (zero), and wondering why, after 36 years of mostly pain, I’m still this emotionally invested in the Minnesota Timberwolves.
Wolves Nation, we are so back—in that “no one respects us, everyone’s counting us out, and yet we kinda like it” sort of way. Because once again, as has been tradition since roughly the Clinton administration, we are underdogs.