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Amid the barren, frigid wastelands that constitute the geography of Minnesota, there isn’t ever much hope to be found, either in basketball or in any other facet of life. The average Minnesotan subsists on a diet of tater tot casserole, Lutheranism, and “snow tea” (which is just melted snow with pine needles added). It’s a rough life, and it gets rougher when your first-overall pick plays like a bowl of bustaroni and cheese.
It’s doubly tough for Minnesotans because watching a player play like a bowl of bustaroni and cheese reminds them of macaroni and cheese, an upper-class delicacy they will never get to experience because Wisconsin doesn’t give them any of their cheese.
However, there is a small light of hope. While Anthony Edwards has definitely had his fair share of bad games, he’s had some pretty good games as well. You can his performance against the Warriors last night to that “pretty good” list. The three-ball was there. The drives were there. The heart-melting baby-faced smiles were there. For the people of Minnesota, Edwards’ strong play is the difference between a winter of abject misery and a winter of abject misery that also includes complete antipathy towards the Timberwolves as a whole.