The Andrew Wiggins experience for the Minnesota Timberwolves has been a disappointment since he entered the league. Wiggins Island has deteriorated to a nearly abandoned plot of land in the middle of the ocean where I struggle to survive as Tom Hanks did in Castaway. The bad times bring hurricane-like conditions while the good times bring promising FedEx packages that contain nothing but flashes of what could be. Despite these hostile conditions, I just can’t get myself to leave.
I know the consensus on Wiggins is not hopeful and is exacerbated by his contract, but I still see signs of a productive wing.