Kevin Love is Cao Guojiu, betrayed by family and forced to choose between wandering alone or staying put.
Photo: Arjin J/Flickr
It was one of those scenarios late in the game between the Minnesota Timberwolves and Oklahoma City Thunder that coaches
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The English language harbours an infinite quantity of words, which allow for sentence construction to create an even more boundless mixture of vocabulary, turns of phrase and expression. Ultimately, it is not enough. Some emotions defy description just as some plays defy analysis. The Timberwolves did something tantalizing today, as they've become wont to do, and… well, it didn't precisely defy analysis. Ricky Rubio's dimes exude bewilderment, Dirk Nowitzki was discombobulated but not in a way that's curious and Kevin Love, you see, makes the shots around these here parts.
Kevin Martin has come home.
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Sure, we are just six games in and there is
Kevin Love hooked rapper Action Bronson up with great seats to the Knicks/Timberwolves game.