Don Seeholzer is right. The Minnesota Timberwolves made those Lakers work last night and should be commended for forcing their opponent to move their bodies up and down the court for four entire quarters.
From the outset one could tell this would not be just another game the Lakers would win by coasting around in their precious blowout wheelchairs. Oh no, not on this night.
The gritty 'Wolves managed to stop the Lakers on more than one possession, even forcing a fourth quarter of play that included some players showing signs of perspiration.
There wasn't one single Laker who even had time to hit on a T-Wolves dancer, let alone try to pork one of them at halftime. No lap dances were ordered from the bench, no PSPs were out and the first congo line didn't get going until there was less than a minute to go. They forced the Lakers to constantly think about basketball during this war.
The only Minnesota faithful left disappointed with the outcome was probably Crunch, the T-Wolves mascot, who usually enters the game in garbage time when Minnesota gets blown out. The crafty mascot had been on a hot streak, averaging an admirable 13 points and 8 shoves per game.