With today's news that Wes Johnson has been traded, our beloved Wolves have crossed a Rubicon (Rubiocon?). No more surrounding our stars with arguably the worst players in the league. No more drafting for smiles, handshakes or impossibly plaid pants.
I won't attempt to write a goodbye letter to Wes; that task I leave to my Canis brethren. I won't even begin to think about quantifying Wes' production, because of how jarring the results might be. Putting the Wes Johnson Experience into words is completely beyond me. Consider:
- Wes is perhaps the only NBA starter to turn a halfway decent Summer League performance into trade value.
- He joins the exodus of lottery picks (including Webster, B-Easy and The Dark One) leaving the Wolves this summer as part of the league's biggest 'addition by subtraction' experiment. Only on the Wolves could a #4 and two #2 (pun intended) picks be the three most expendable players on the roster.
- It took a #1 pick just to get rid of the man. And we almost had to take back Brad Miller.
Folks, I'm at a loss for words. What does it all mean? Where do we go from here? Do we root for Wes every time he misses a jump shot against us? After dreaming about this day for so long, I have no answers. Heck, I don't even think I'm asking the right questions.
So long, Wesley JaMarr Johnson. We hardly knew ye.