Bobcats 100 - 95 Timberwolves

How do you lose to the Bobcats? Seriously, how do you blow a 15 point lead against the Bobcats? The Bobcats were trailing for almost three full quarters before they took the lead back with four minutes to go. How does a 38% shooter with a shitty teenage mustache go 10-19 from the field and 4-7 from behind the three point line to rally his team to a 4th quarter victory? Early in the game watching Adam Morrison try to create his own shot against Kevin Garnett was just embarrassing for him, late in the game watching him rattle off shot after shot was even more embarrassing for the Wolves. It was an off night for Foye and Davis, but Mike James did score more than enough to make up for Foye's production at point guard, so it really comes down to an underwhelming performance by the rest of the guards at dealing with freaking Morrison, who singlehandedly tied the output of Davis, Hassell, McCants, and Jaric.

I wonder if the turning point wasn't when Mad Dog went down, obviously hurt badly, crying in pain and holding his knee. This is the guy who they used to send in as a doorstop against Shaquille O'Neal, and he'd give up six inches and god knows how many pounds but still not give up ground, so when he went down like that screaming, it was obviously not a booboo. KG immediately turned around and signaled for the trainer, who sat in his chair. KG had to call the guy over multiple times and audibly tell him to hurry it up, but the only person who got up to help was Craig Smith. Which may be part of the reason why "I Like Craig" shirts are selling well. Madsen had to be helped off the court without putting any weight on his leg, by the guys on the coaching staff who apparently aren't paying close enough attention to the game to have heard the whistle and thump when Madsen was fouled and hit the floor like a sack of potatoes. I can't think that was a great morale-building moment for the players they were supposed to be motivating, and maybe Madsen's lunatic enthusiasm and willingness to hit people would have changed the character of the Wolves' defense in the fourth quarter.

The funny thing is I felt ill enough tonight that I considered leaving after the third quarter, since I figured the game was in the bag, but I thought I'd be a real fan and stick it out, and they rewarded me by sticking their fingers down their throats. Now I'll have to hear about Morrison's rally from a certain Chicago banker who's a huge fan of Gonzaga basketball (this week).