Tom Thibodeau sits at a long table to conduct his postgame interviews. The table holds two sports drinks. Thibodeau would probably prefer lozenges.
Watch Thibodeau gyrate and cuss on the sideline for a game and you wonder what is more at risk: fans' eardrums or Thibodeau's heart.
The Timberwolves coach returned from a trip to Phoenix looking like he had avoided any exposure to the sun. He spent the Timberwolves' game against Indiana on Thursday night at Target Center waving his hands like a conductor with an out-of-tune orchestra.
He screamed at officials, earning a technical foul he probably regrets. He screamed at his own players. He screamed on virtually every possession, just as he has all season. Mere proximity to him can give you secondhand angst.
When the Timberwolves were at their worst this season it would have been reasonable to question whether players would tire of the histrionics, but even a lethargic 109-103 loss to the Pacers doesn't alter the revised arc of Thibs' first season in Minnesota.
Following a deflating beginning to what was supposed to be a different season, the Wolves are getting better. Perhaps because of his yelling. More likely because of how he communicates when he's not yelling.
His language on the sideline is salty. The way he talks about his players in public is not. Players can handle volume. What they can't stand is disingenuousness.
Behind the scenes, Thibodeau is said to be even-tempered and fair. And there is something to be said for an NBA coach who demands attentiveness on every possession of every game. That's what will be required if this team ever contends for a championship. And that behavior would look more proportional in a playoff series.