https://youtu.be/E5kvfxflcMk
Juan Hernangomez has not been very good to start the season. Sometime between the abrupt end of the Timberwolves’ season back in March 2020, and the resumption of Timberwolves basketball in December 2020, his hot three-point shooting turned cold. Maybe COVID prevented him from having access to a gym and so all he could do was play 2K for eight months straight? Whatever the case may be, the Timberpuppies rewarded Hernangomez’s strong play with a long-term deal, and, up until last night, he hadn’t played up to that contract. At all. Point totals of 0, 0, 6, 2, 5, and 6 were what fans were greeted with if they were dumb enough to look at his game log.
But everybody knows that I’m obsessed with the concept of REVENGE, and everybody also knows that the best way to break out of a slump is to play in a meaningful game where you’re all but compelled to DOMINATE. That was the situation Hernangomez found himself in last night, returning to the home arena of the team that served as his introduction to the NBA (and the team that traded him for god knows what, that trade was too complicated for my brain). That time was ripe for REVENGE. Extra-hot, extra-steamy, extra-revengey loads of REVENGE, perpetrated against all his former teammates who probably didn’t even send him a farewell text message: Nikola Jokic, Paul Millsap, Will Barton, uh, probably some other guys too. He REVENGED all over them.
Now Hernangomez, plus fellow ex-Nuggets Malik Beasley and Jarred Vanderbilt, are all having a miserable time in Minnesota, not winning any games. But at least the proper amount of REVENGE was exacted, and that’s all that matters. REVENGE. And money. But mostly REVENGE.