After muffing their four-game winning streak with an uninspired loss to the less talented but more cohesive Orlando Magic on Monday, the Wolves step up in class against three elite opponents the rest of the week. Right now might be an instructive time to consider the growing pains endured by that trio of foes.
Andrei Kirilenko's toenails are painted a shiny, lacquered black. On his long, muscled back, he sports a massive, menacing tattoo depicting a warrior riding some kind of reptilian beast.
But Andrei Kirilenko also has an affinity for his small, rimless glasses, the kind your doctor or physics professor might favor. His dress shirt is buttoned and pressed pristinely, his answers polite, his basketball opinions informed, his smile easy.
Rules and assumptions do not apply to the 31-year-old Russian.
I think that speaks very directly to the jokes about AK's Firebird. A Lord of Flatbush he is not.
Not much else to say as I'm still tremendously bummed out by last night and the Wolves running out of gas against the fattest guy in the NBA. An upset of Miami tonight would go a long ways towards making me feel better.