Tonight, Timberwolves fans eager to mourn Kevin Garnett's absence from Target Center might have to do so by mourning Kevin Garnett's absence from the Target Center floor.
KG is expected to be in the building but not in the Boston lineup because of an abdominal strain suffered the last time the Wolves played the Celtics. Garnett either took a shot to the abdomen, or he simply hasn't gotten over the precisely aimed low blow he received from his successor, Al Jefferson, during their heated exchange on the court that night.
Garnett yelled "Eleven years! Eleven years!" at Jefferson, reminding him of his All-Star berths. Jefferson responded with the kind of surgical strike we expect of smart bombs and heckled comedians: "We both have one thing in common -- no championships."
That's when Garnett started throwing elbows and issuing even more than his customary doses of profanity. After the best team in the NBA this regular season beat the worst by one point, Garnett walked around the court popping his jersey as if he had finally won a title.
That was embarrassing. So tonight as all you nostalgic Wolves fans fondly remember the departed superstar, I'll be watching the other team, the team that did what it had to do in trading Garnett, the team that, now that it finally has started competing, has more to offer than its record indicates.
The Garnett trade was great for the Celtics. Even if they flame out in the playoffs, Celtics GM Danny Ainge took a worthwhile gamble to make an important franchise relevant.
The Garnett trade also was great for the Wolves. For all of his mistakes the past 10 years, Wolves VP Kevin McHale has made two excellent deals in a row, deals that make this year's struggling team far more promising than the stagnant Garnett-led teams of the previous two seasons.
In trading Garnett, he landed Jefferson, who is younger, cheaper, a better fourth-quarter scorer, a better offensive rebounder and eager to improve. Jefferson took it to Yao Ming the other night, shooting over him from the outside, faking him off his feet, dunking on him, spinning him like a top with low-post moves that could have been stolen from the movie "The Illusionist."