The Timberwolves hadn’t been a serious contender since 2003-04, when MVP Kevin Garnett joined forces with Sam Cassell and Latrell Sprewell for a glorious run to the Western Conference Finals. If not for a Cassell injury in the playoffs, they very well might have won an NBA title that year.
Not surprisingly, that was the last time until this year that the Wolves felt like a truly serious team. That’s a bit of a nebulous term, but it can roughly be translated as a measure of how a team handles its business.
Talent and coaching are required. But can the team create a cohesion that generates the sort of focus needed to grind through 82 regular-season games? And can the team find extra gears in the moments that matter most in the context of games and a season?
The Wolves this year provided ample evidence of their seriousness. If there were any lingering doubts, they were dispatched as quickly as the Suns were in a four-game first-round sweep — something I talked about on Friday’s Daily Delivery podcast.
The aftermath of that trip to the Western Conference finals and the nearly two decades that preceded this year should make long-suffering fans grateful for where things are now.
The good vibes between KG, Cassell and Sprewell disintegrated in Year 2 of that mix. The Wolves missed the playoffs, and soon enough Garnett was traded to the Celtics while rebuilding purgatory began.
The next 10 years after that ranged from comically bad to overly optimistic. Ricky Rubio, Kevin Love and Nikola Pekovic briefly brought joy and professionalism back to Target Center, but even the best versions of that group were not serious.
The Jimmy Butler playoff season was a different lesson in seriousness. The Wolves won 47 games and made the playoffs, but it was a joyless slog that ended quickly in the first round against the Rockets. Tom Thibodeau and Butler took winning seriously, but it was still an unserious culture.