The arrival of Tom Thibodeau in 2016 gave the Timberwolves a new set of standards, and with them, a certain cachet. It did not, in itself, create any sort of identity. We know this because one year (and one star) later, Minnesota is still searching. They play like a team that has heard what it needs to do but hasn’t yet absorbed it. The wrong instincts emerge at the wrong time, and even moves made with the best of intentions play out in overly deliberate fashion. Like so many young teams before them, the Wolves are in their own heads.