Six de faits
Choosin’ Texas - Fighting out of the blue corner, representing Minneapolis, MN by way of Cambridge, OH with a record of 26-25, known for his slippery, rule-bending maneuvers, it’s the one they call Mr. Squeaky Wheel aka The “Woe Is Me” Machine aka Captain Wet Blanket aka The Bellyacher In Chief, it’s the challenger, The Sniveler…CHRIS FINCH. (Booooooo!!!!!) Fighting out of the red corner, born, raised, and hailing from Norfolk, VA with a record of 32-0 including 19 knockouts, known for the meanest “I wish you would” face in the history of the sport, it’s the one you run away from if he opens the door when you arrive to pick up his daughter, he’s the future mayor of his hometown and maybe yours too, he’s the undefeated, undisputed Heavyweight Champion of the World, The Bone Crusher…TONY BROTHERS (Ohhhhhh!!!!)
On Friday, all of The Sniveler’s whining and complaining about the refereeing in his Minnesota Timberwolves second round playoff matchup against the San Antonio Spurs finally hit a tipping point when 30-year veteran official Tony Brothers got so fed up with Chris Finch’s antics that he blacked out and bucked up to the six-year-and-been-running-his-mouth-at-the-refs-since-day-one gasbag of an NBA coach. With 5:09 remaining in the fourth quarter of a tightly contested game, The Bellyacher in Chief stomped up and down on the court like a petulant child because it took Tony Brothers three seconds longer to grant him a timeout than he wanted. His expression of his frustration would have been understandable if this were happening in the final minute of a clutch playoff game but it was a complete overreaction with more than five minutes left to play. His problem wasn’t that those three seconds were crucial, his problem was that he had absolutely no answer on either side of the court for Victor Wembanyama that night.
Venting your frustration that a 22-year-old is eating your lunch exclusively at the referees as if it’s somehow their responsibility to help you do the thing you and your team are incapable of doing on your own (slowing down the ascending greatest player in the world) was in and of itself a mistake but venting it one too many times at this particular referee, Norfolk’s finest…Tony Brothers, that was a death wish. Luckily for Captain Wet Blanket, when The Bone Crusher started charging at him, Timberwolves reserve guard Bones Hyland and assistant coach Pablo Prigioni stepped in the hold Brothers back before he reached Finch. Their quick reaction was a wise ass-saving decision. (You see what I did just there, right?) Otherwise, Mr. Squeaky Wheel was about to be flat on his back, knocked out cold. Perhaps this will serve as a warning, one Chris Finch would be wise to adhere to moving forward; there are only three constants in this world: 1) Death 2) Taxes 3) Don’t mess with Tony Brothers.
Thanks to the quick reaction heroics of Hyland and Prigioni, play resumed with Finch on the sideline rather then on a stretcher but ultimately, there was no amount of home-cooked whistles the referees could have provided to Minnesota to offset Wemby’s sheer determination to win on this particular Friday. On this particular Friday, Victor Wembanyama composed a masterpiece and then performed it to the tune of 39 points (13-18 from the field, 3-5 from deep, 10-12 from the line), 15 rebounds, five blocks, one assist and a steal in leading the San Antonio Spurs to a 115-108 Game 3 victory and 2-1 series lead on the road at the Target Center in Minneapolis in our Western Conference semifinal matchup with the Minnesota Timberwolves. Considering that the team that wins Game 3 in a best-of-seven NBA playoff series that is tied 1-1 goes on to win the series 74 percent of the time, Wemby couldn’t have picked a better time to have a signature winning playoff performance. Home court advantage for the #BlackAndSilver over the Wolves reclaimed. Balance and harmony in the Milky Way’s galactic order restored. (More on this later.)
Vic was stellar the entire night but especially as the tension ratcheted up down the stretch of the hard-fought back and forth contest scoring 16 points in the fourth quarter on the biggest stage (to-date) of his young NBA career. While assassin-like in some of his clutch-time heroics including a pair of dagger threes and a peach of a tasty assist for a Dylan Harper layup out of the triple-team, the player of the game’s play of the game was undoubtedly when he backed down Rudy Gobert (on the next possession after the Harper assist) juked and spun into such a beautiful fade-away jumper that was like a dream shaken out of the Houston-based Hakeem Olajuwon magic big man factory. On this particular Friday, Victor Wembanyama was simply breathtaking. He’s been telling us all season long that when it finally came time for him to get to play in the high-leverage stakes of the NBA Playoffs, he was going to have something to say. Consider his statement soundly delivered. During a postgame interview with the NBA on Prime crew, he issued a couple more for good measure: “I’m built for this” and “we don’t got the experience but we don’t care.”
The American public spent much of Friday pouring through documents looking for confirmation that aliens exist. While the evidence in the documents may have been inconclusive, confirmation came later that night anyway in downtown Minneapolis, MN. Not only do aliens exist, they will crush your soul if you make the mistake of rooting for their opposition on the basketball court. Game 3 was an epic battle of wills between two tough-minded, gritty, physical basketball clubs and their edifying cities + passionate fanbases. It was hard-fought to the bitter end. The difference, when it was all said and done, was that San Antonio had The Alien on our team and Minnesota didn’t. For seven percent of the American public, what Wemby did on a basketball court in the Twin Cities on Friday night is shame because it took their previously extremely rare experience of believing you witnessed an alien life form (and their sense of belonging to that niche community) and made it a universal experience (and global community for everyone). The Alien is here on Earth conducting his affairs in plain sight for all to see. Unfortunately for Timberwolves fans, he’s currently in Minneapolis and is planning another invasion of the Target Center for this evening. It’s clear by now that in the 2026 NBA playoffs, Victor Wembanyama is operating from a higher plain of existence and to pay homage to the last bonafide generational prospect to enter the league prior to Wemby, “we are all witnesses.”
(Note to the NBA punditry on this NBA Draft Lottery Sunday: if you’re using “generational prospect” to describe every top prospect to enter the draft every single year, I don’t think you comprehend what the word “generational” means. Kevin Durant, Kyrie Irving, Anthony Davis, Luka Dončić, Zion Williamson, Cooper Flag, and AJ Dybantsa, to name a few who have been given this label, are not generational prospects. LeBron James was the generational prospect for the last generation. Victory Wembanyam was the generational prospect for this generation. Full stop.)
While nothing has changed with the danger the Minnesota Timberwolves pose as a wounded animal, the San Antonio Spurs now have them corned and this evening presents an amazing opportunity to get them back in their cage. We can expect them to come out scratching and clawing like it’s an elimination game because for all intents and purposes, it probably is. While Minnesota has the toughness and experience to climb out of a 1-3 playoff hole in a vacuum, when factoring in just now banged up their roster currently is, it seems like a pretty tall order. We should expect that Anthony Edwards and company are going to fight for their playoff lives tonight and consequently, it will require a sharper more determined effort by the Spurs tonight than it did on Friday for us to beat them. We should also expect The Sniveler Chris Finch to parlay narrowly escaping a Tony Brothers beat down in Game 3 (and the pity party that followed) into squeezing a few extra calls for the home team out of tonight’s officiating crew. In other words, we should expect to have to overcome an avalanche of adversity to remain undefeated on the road in the 2026 playoffs. That being said, I’m extremely confident that we can grab another victory at the Target Center tonight if we play our brand of San Antonio Spurs basketball. Given Minnesota’s terrible injury luck and the current health of their roster, it’s an objective fact that San Antonio currently has the better team in this series. Objectively speaking, Minnesota was extremely lucky to steal game one. Had they not, this thing would already be over. If we play like we’re capable of playing tonight, we won’t allow them to be in position to get lucky again. We also know, however, if the Wolves are somehow able keep the game close so that its outcome is still in the balance down the stretch of the fourth quarter, we have a superior being on our roster who we know we can trust was built for thriving in that type of situation. Victor Wembanyama has been proving it since first contact.
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