Derrick Rose took the long walk from the Timberwolves' locker room to the tunnel leading under the stands to the Target Center court. He stopped, alone except for ushers and security guards and, minutes before the game, unleashed a primal scream into the arena.
Rose would hear and awaken echoes all night. As Jimmy Butler sat out with "general soreness" amid reports that his egomaniacal Minnesota reign will soon end, another former Bulls star brought to Minnesota by Tom Thibodeau demonstrated that you can choose to play the game with joy.
Two nights after scorching the Lakers, Butler did not wear a Timberwolves uniform. He sat in the locker room, lounging in jeans, whining about media coverage. The Star Tribune is reporting that Butler is indeed "sore," as Thibodeau says, and being rested as part of the team's plan to keep him healthy, although that could be prelude to a trade.
Thanks to fan anger at Butler, Target Center was about one-third filled. It took Rose's Cirque du Soleil act, a career-best 50 points and a 128-125 victory over Utah to enliven the crowd.
Once the cheers fade, the Wolves should trade Butler, if he's healthy enough to pass a physical.
Butler scorched the Lakers on Monday, providing a reminder that he remains one of the league's best players. At a time when even the Wolves' most loyal fans are contemplating writing off the franchise for good, Butler is treating the circus he created like it amuses him.
Which is annoying but ultimately inconsequential. Everyone knows what needs to happen next, and that most conceivable trades will leave the Wolves with an average team and a crater where they kept their most ambitious plans.
The word "culture" has become omnipresent in the sports world. It's popular because it's meaningless. Organizations can apply it to anything they see as a positive. It's as nebulous as "elite."