Did he really have to be this good? Did he really have to immediately transform a decrepit franchise and win a championship and celebrate like a kid, or Da Kid, on national TV? Why couldn't Kevin Garnett have faded away like most aging athletes, instead of haunting us in HD?
If he has any laughter left in him, Garnett gets to chuckle once more when he returns to Target Center tonight leading what might be the best team in basketball against the franchise his departure devastated.
Tonight, Garnett again gets to choose from time-honored sayings about revenge:
"He who laughs last ... shoots milk through his nose every time he thinks about the Timberwolves."
"Living well is ... better than playing in Minnesota."
The power of star players -- the right kinds of stars, those who excel in the standings as well as the statistical rankings -- is transformative.
Before the Timberwolves traded Garnett to the Celtics for Al Jefferson and fodder, Wolves fans were tired of losing in the first round of the playoffs, Danny Ainge was considered a general manager flop on par with Kevin McHale, and Celtics coach Doc Rivers was thought of as a lost ball in tall weeds among national NBA observers.
Today, Wolves fans would probably settle for a three-year plan that brings the Wolves back to the first round of the playoffs, Ainge is the shrewd guy who fleeced former Wolves GM and his former Celtic teammate McHale and Rivers is a deft master of defensive basketball and manager of multiple egos.