Whew, thank goodness that week is over, done, kaput. Let us never speak of it again.
If you're a fan of Minnesota pro sports, the past 10 days were the equivalent of our April weather, a tax audit and blowtorch indigestion wrapped together and tied neatly with a bow. At least that seems to be the mood around town.
To review: The Wild stinks. The Timberwolves stank. The Twins stunk.
Everybody is red-faced angry, and rightfully so. Maybe that collective anger is a good thing, though.
Anger means fans have real expectations. It beats having apathy. That word is a boogeyman in sports. Teams would much rather have an angry fan base than an apathetic fan base.
Well, Minnesota fans are really, really angry right now. If teams thought that getting to the playoffs would satisfy their paying customers, they probably should stay off Twitter for a while.
Wild owner Craig Leipold basically admitted that he felt fan outrage over his team's latest first-round whimper, which compelled him to cut ties with General Manager Chuck Fletcher in a shakeup of the front office and possibly the roster.
The Wolves made the playoffs for the first time in 14 years, drew the best team in the NBA in the first round and predictably looked overmatched. The reaction? People want Tom Thibodeau and Andrew Wiggins to walk the plank.