It's time for the Timberwolves to move.
They don't necessarily need to move to Tulsa, or Tacoma, or Tucson, but they need to move, immediately and permanently.
They'd only need to move a few blocks. Maybe they could buy the Metrodome and play there.
The Dome couldn't look any more empty than Target Center did last year, right?
Maybe they could play at old Siebert Field. Or in the Champions Club at Target Field. Then Corey Brewer could eat during timeouts, and maybe crest 140 pounds.
Whatever their destination, the Wolves need to move. It's obvious now that the combination of curses plaguing them are the result of building Target Center on an Indian burial ground. Not just any Indian burial ground. An Indian burial ground housing the remains of people who died from tripping over black cats, falling under ladders and landing on broken mirrors.
For those who don't believe in curses, I submit to you the eternal mysteries of the Chicago Cubs, the city of Cleveland and your Minnesota Timberwolves.
Tuesday night, at the NBA draft lottery in Secaucus, N.J., David Kahn must have fully and finally appreciated what it means to run this woeful, woebegone franchise. Kahn, the Wolves' president of basketball operations, watched the Wolves land the fourth pick in the draft after finishing with the second-worst record in the NBA.