On Saturday, Kevin Garnett was selected to the Naismith Memorial Basketball Hall of Fame. There is no higher honor in basketball. For observers of Minnesota sports history, the honor seems inadequate.
The Timberwolves want to retire Garnett's number, whenever he will deign to return to Target Center for a ceremony, but even that event would feel trifling, given his impact.
Shouldn't the entire state retire his jersey? Shouldn't it be draped over Spoonbridge and Cherry, or across Paul Bunyan's back? Shouldn't we at least name one of our lakes after him?
His Hall of Fame induction is the latest reminder that Garnett is the most valuable and indispensable Minnesota athlete since … well, maybe ever?
Before their season was halted because of the pandemic, the Wolves were meandering through another rebuilding phase.
Feel free to believe in this one, whether because you like Gersson Rosas' résumé, or D'Angelo Russell's skills, but don't forget that whatever promise this team has displayed is countered by fact: The Timberwolves are next-to-last in the Western Conference, ahead of only a team that wasn't trying to win (Golden State).
Even with Garnett's contributions, the Timberwolves rank as one of the worst franchises in the last 30-plus years of American professional sports.
To contemplate what the Wolves would have been without Garnett is to contemplate oblivion.