Ricky Rubio is fast becoming a fire hazard. Nobody so bony, with that much hair, should be creating that much friction with the hardwood.
If he keeps playing the way he has the past two games, diving on the floor for loose balls and physically confronting larger players, he may usurp the Spinal Tap drummer as the most notable public figure to spontaneously combust.
While local teams haven't raised many banners lately, Minnesotans continue to be blessed with that rare breed: the maximum-effort professional sports star.
We loved Kirby Puckett as a player because he never let anyone down with a lack of hustle. He ran out every ground ball he ever hit, even in the eighth inning of road spring training games.
We loved Cris Carter as a player because he cared so much. When going over the middle, his arms were more Doc Ock than alligator.
We loved Kevin Garnett because his diva tendencies didn't reveal themselves on the court, where he was more likely to cuss in competitive fury than lapse on defense.
Rubio came advertised as a fancy passer with a boy-band look. That was accurate. We have learned that there is much more to him. He is a relentless defender who looked more comfortable guarding LeBron James than 99 percent of NBA players. He is willing to test his surgically repaired knee with headlong dives to the court in pursuit of a loose ball in meaningless games.
Rubio's fire offers hope that, when combined with a healthy Kevin Love and Chase Budinger, his grit will be rewarded.