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Finesse isn't enough. That's the lesson hopefully absorbed by the Timberwolves during their relatively successful, if emotionally bizarre, road trip through Texas last week.
Since coach Flip Saunders and personnel director Kevin McHale took over seven years ago, the Wolves have established an identity as a team that requires slick ball movement and sweet jump shots on offense to overcome defensive play that is savvy and spry in spurts, but too often suffers from a paucity of muscle and tenacity. The biggest upgrade in Minnesota's regular season performance this year has been on the defensive end. Part of it is due to the variety of zone schemes that Saunders has been able to throw at opponents under the new NBA rules. But all the chalkboard machinations in the coach's fervid brain amount to wishful thinking unless the players scamper with purposeful cohesion and, more importantly, bang, clutch, and joust as if their season depended upon it. Because it does. For proof, the Wolves' recently completed Texas three-step is submitted as Exhibits A, B, and C.
Tuesday, 2/19: Wolves 117, Dallas 100
Beating the Mavericks in Dallas without Kevin Garnett (who was attending his grandfather's funeral) ranks as the Wolves' most improbable win of the year. The keys to the victory were Chauncey Billups's insane, 24-point third quarter and the defensive clamps that the team put on two of Dallas' top three scorers, Dirk Nowitzki and Michael Finley. With KG absent, Minnesota stuck 38-year-old Sam Mitchell on Nowitzki and the vet turned in a beauteous display of bump-and-grind ball denial, simply outworking an All-Star opponent who is five inches taller and 15 years younger. Ever since his knee surgery, Mitchell walks with the tortured lope of a sidekick in a B-movie western, but when it was over, he had limited Nowitzki to just two field goals in ten attempts (seven shots below Nowitzki's season average).
Mitchell's act rightly received the most press. Still, the job Wally Sczcerbiak did on Wolves-killer Michael Finley also deserves notice. True, Finley missed some easy shots, but Szczerbiak's hustle harried him into a horrendous 3-for-19 shooting night, including an 0-for-5 performance from three-point range. The only one of the Mavericks generating points was Steve Nash, who hurt Minnesota by pulling up for long-range jumpers in transition as Dallas built a ten-point first-half lead. Billups personally blew that margin away with his own barrage of threes in the third quarter and, smelling an upset, Minnesota heightened its intensity and buried the Mavs by 27 points in the second half.
It's also worth mentioning that Saunders inserted center Loren Woods into KG's spot at the top of the perimeter in the team's relatively new, 3-2 zone defense. It's a taxing position that even the physically freakish Garnett admits can sap your endurance. Still, Woods doesn't see that many minutes of action and, being easily discouraged and petulant, maybe needs a small but well-defined role like this to buck up his attitude. While hardly on a par with KG's abilities, Woods possesses the height, wingspan and some of the quickness to disrupt passes and penetration out beyond the foul line, which is the primary function of the "32." Woods plays the role closer to the hoop than Garnett, so that the zone resembles more of a 2-1-2 alignment. But it's a nice wrinkle to have coming off the bench.
Thursday, 2/21: Wolves 83, Houston 89
Forty-eight hours after beating one of the top three teams in the NBA without KG, the Wolves delivered a rancid, demoralizing effort against a Rockets ballclub that was nearly twenty games under .500. Not even in blowout losses to Cleveland, Detroit, and San Antonio--where defensive chaos and a lack of confidence were primary flaws--have the Wolves performed with such listless indifference. Houston beat the Wolves to nearly every loose ball, forced more than twice as many turnovers, and walked away with a victory that wasn't as close as the score would indicate. The Rockets didn't play very well--they missed 13-of-16 three-pointers and 11-of 17 foul shots. But they possessed a rugged aggression and the Wolves' response was to roll over and play dead.
Once again, Szczerbiak and Billups had cobwebs on their ankles as Houston guards Cuttino Mobley, Moochie Norris, and Steve Francis either blew past them or drifted to an open spot for an easy jumper. The big men underneath were even worse. With Kelvin Cato sidelined early with a bum ankle, the Rockets had just one decent "big man"--Kenny Thomas, who is merely 6-foot-7. Yet Thomas knifed through the Wolves' tall timber for eight hoops in eleven attempts and joined Houston's penetrating guards to produce a whopping 52 points in the paint.
After the game, the party line was that the Wolves were affected by shock and sadness after having just learned that their longtime teammate Dean Garrett had been traded to Golden State. If true, this reveals a mental flaccidity and dearth of professionalism that could jeopardize the team's chances of advancing in the playoffs this season. Perhaps it's no coincidence that the lone player who acquitted himself honorably against the Rockets was Mitchell, who is also the only member of the team's active roster to go beyond the second round of the playoffs. Friendship and team unity is generally a good thing. But as they head into the final seven weeks of the season, the players should have been heartened by the news that the trade was bringing them a valuable resource (power forward Marc Jackson) rather than bemoaning the departure of a nice guy whose contribution was minimal and getting smaller all the time.
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