Charles Barkley recently called Kevin Love on InsideTheNBA, “the best power forward in the world.” That is large praise from a large man, although less large since he joined WeightWatchers. It is possible to take it a step further: Kevin Love should win Most Valuable Player this year, but he won't.

Love worked on his body this summer, and it shows. He looks strong and healthy this year, and can use his body in the paint more effectively than ever after playing volleyball all summer. He looks bouncy, tan, and dangerous; he has probably never been in better physical shape in his life. He reportedly lost 25 pounds, and it will serve him well in this lockout shortened year; he has not looked winded in any game this year and somehow he is averaging 39.9 minutes a game(#1 in the league). That is more minutes than at any point of his career and it will serve him well statistically.

Love also wins MVP points for fan accessibility. He recently offered to pay for any Wolves fan's ticket to the Detroit game if they bought a ticket to the Kings game. Granted this is a much more sentimental argument than a fact-based won, but it doesn't hurt to point out that Love is doing every single thing that he can do to win basketball games. He'll rebound, score down low, shoot the 3, buy your ticket to the Detroit game, sweep the floor, and all the while he'll be smiling at Ricky Rubio: his new favorite player.

Rubio is the second reason Love should win MVP. Rubio has reinvigorated Love's enthusiasm for basketball; Love obviously played well last year, but if not for Rubio there is not a guarantee that Love would have stayed in Minnesota beyond his rookie contract. There were certain press conferences last year where Love sounded morosely disappointed in what his teammates brought to the table, but Love wouldn't dream of leaving now. Rubio is actually the main reason Love should win MVP, because Rubio has fully unleashed Love's potential. Any idea what Kevin Love is averaging since Rubio became full-time starter? 29.2 points and 14 rebounds a game. If he averages anywhere near that the rest of the season and the T-Wolves finish in the top 5 in the West it will be hard to deny Love. And if he doesn't win MVP in that scenario it means LeBron or Kobe somehow scored more than 30 a game and also scored with efficiency higher than 50 percent. LeBron is an outside shot to manage this, but very unlikely.

Burke Nixon (sounds like a name of a future mid-1st round draft pick) of Dear Dikembe was kind enough to share a link with us to his open letter to Ricky Rubio. His blog is very creative and is operated under the concept of open letters to players, GM's and the like. Everyone loves open letters! 

Here is a link to the letter.

A brief excerpt (but click above to read the real thing) and read/comment on his blog!

Dear Ricky Rubio,

First of all, I'm not gonna worry about the language barrier here. You speak decent English, judging from this strange clip I saw on YouTube where you get interviewed by Drew Gooden (?) on what appears to be the set of a fake news show while wearing some sort of sweater that only a Euro could pull off. And anyway, the subject I wanna talk to you about knows no language barriers. I'm talking about delight, Ricky. Or we might refer to a related term: beauty. You know as well as anyone that the most consistently delightful, purely beautiful action in basketball is a nice pass. When people fall back on that old metaphor of basketball-as-jazz, they're not thinking of dunks or blocks or Carmelo holding the ball for almost the entire shot clock and then taking a jumper. They're thinking of nice passes. There’s nothing better than a nice pass, nothing more delightful than watching a great PG improvise beauty. And ever since news came across the Atlantic about a Spanish kid playing pro ball in Europe at the age when we get driver's licenses in the States, we'd heard that you, my friend, were a purveyor of nice passes.

This picture appears on the front page of ESPN NBA, where long time Timberwolf-hater John Hollinger ranks Rubio #2 in the ROY race behind Kyrie Irving. 

Can you find David Kahn? He does lurk...everywhere.

And on that note, how insane is it that the link to the article cannot be posted because it is an ESPN Insider, paid article? While I am a subsciber (thank you, $10 Groupon), how shady is it that in order to read one man's opinion, usually laden with snide, holier-than thou remarks, you need to pay a fee? Never understood it. Alas.

On a brighter note, Rubio is due for more minutes and a starting role soon. Things are looking very good for a Ricky of the Year trophy. 

PS...vote him into the All-Star game! Text the word "Rubio" to 69622. Do it. Now. Just do it. 

Since joining the Timberwolves, David Kahn has had a mixed history with player personnel decisions.  Kahn's moves have been a lot like going to a hole in the wall deli in some out of state destination.  You never know what you're going to get, and that diner you found in Cincinnati with the kickass Chili has no positive affect on the crappy tuna sandwich you just choked down in Tulsa.  In other words, past performance seems to have little, if anything, to do with future results.

Let's take a look:

Foye and Mike Miller for #5 Draft Pick.  Pick unexpectedly turns out to be Rubio.  ...You sit down at a diner in the middle of rural Arkansas.  You ran out of gas and are starving and only have $11.47 to your name.  You order "The Special" not knowing what it is, because it costs $5.99- enough to tip and buy gas to get to civilization.  "The Special" turns out to be the most delicious pit barbecue pork sandwich you've ever had, and comes with bottomless sweet tea.  You have hit the jackpot at the most unexpected of times and the most unexpected of places, and you paid less than you should have.

Passing up Steph Curry and drafting Jonny Flynn right after Rubio.  ...You look at the deserts, see a very tasty-looking apple pie, but you decide to get cute and order the creme brulee, knowing full well that this is an apple pie joint.  Creme brulee is undercooked and you get food poisoning.  You find out that it was undercooked in the first bite, but you finish the whole thing out of stubbornness and sheer hubris.  The apple pie turns out to be award-winning and you missed a once-in-a-lifetime chance to have a really terrific combination in an out of the way spot.  The apple pie is subsequently featured on "Diners Drive-ins and Dives."

Big Al Jefferson to Utah for heavily protected picks.  ...You skipped breakfast and knew that you should not have done that.  Now you are in the middle of North Dakota and are famished.  You may drive your car into a bridge abutment if you don't get food.  There is nowhere nearby that looks like it serves safe food.  You stop at a gas station that smells like old cigarette butts and buy an egg salad sandwich that the clerk tells you was homemade that very day by none other than herself.  She smells like rotten cabbage.  The sandwich costs $8.49, and makes you vomit for two days.

2nd round draft picks for Mike Beasley.  ...You are working out of town, don't know the area, and just need a sandwich to fill you up.  You skipped breakfast and are starving once again.  You find a cheap local place and expect that the turkey sub will be disappointing even though it is billed as the best sandwich in town.  It tastes alright, but you can tell they're trying a little too hard and the sandwich just doesn't have enough substance to it.  As a snack it would be fine.  As your primary means of sustenance?  It barely holds you over.  Good thing it only cost $2.

Derrick Williams pick with #2 pick.  ...That last turkey sub still haunting you, you stop in a place that pretty much only sells roast beef and turkey subs.  They are all out of roast beef.  You order the turkey because getting cute has only made you sick in the past.  The turkey sub is actually pretty good and just the right amount.  Not overwhelming, but not disappointing either, and the sub roll is actually really good, surprisingly.

The Timberwolves host the San Antonio Spurs tonight at 7:00pm at Target Center.

Critical questions will need to be answered:

Can the Timberwolves end their 16-game losing streak against the Spurs?!?
Is this team for real?!?
Will grown men faint at the sight of a Ricky Rubio cross court pass!?!

Find out tonight! And be sure to discuss the game with us in the forums.

Also, be sure to check out the Q&A we did over at Project Spurs.

After last night's great showdown with the always entertaining OKC Thunder, the T-Wolves next home game could be another epic clash. We (already!) play the Miami cHeat, in what is shaping up to be a pretty brutal opening schedule in this compressed season.  Luckily we'll have a few days off after tonight's game, before having to take on LeBon, Wade, Bosh and company. Unfortunately for the Wolves, they are a completely different team with a healthy Haslem. Too bad Mike Miller won't be playing huge minutes, because as we all know, he sucks.

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Santa Kahn. Kahnukkah. Kahnza. Las Kahnadas. Saint Kahn's Day. 

The Holidays are here in full force. Kahn is back and is oddly quiet as can be. Rubio is in town being escorted around in his mother's Tahoe. Kevin Love is looking like a bonafide, athletic NBA player. Beasley lowered his ears. Barea is running around wreaking havoc. Anthony Randolph is confused. Pekovic may have murdered someone. Adelman is grumpy. Darko is sensitive.

The Wolves and their plethora of humorous idiosyncrasies are back in town. And before we dive into this, let's all relish together in a merry thought we can all agree on: it feels great. 

So where does this team go from here? What is next? After a satisfying pre-season containing a fast-paced blowout followed a few days later by 46 minutes of disaster and 2 minutes of never-could-have-imagined-level Wolves basketball vs. Milwaukee, the only real answer is: I have no idea. This team is tough to predict. 

On a topline level, the Wolves have re-tooled nicely this offseason. Ousting one of the worst NBA coaches in the history of the league (who shall remain nameless) and replacing him with one of the best in legendary Rick Adelman, is a dramatic change previously unheard of throughout Timberwolves history. The team also added three promising rookies and free agent JJ Barea, former x-factor of the 2011 NBA Champion Dallas Mavericks. But where do we go from here?  Well, there is a lot of be excited about, and some not. We'll touch on both. More after the jump.

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Check out the excellent site Hickory-High for a team-by-team breakdown of Holiday wishes here. A great read with contributions from several notable NBA bloggers and writers. 

The TWB submission:

For Christmas this year, I would love nothing more than Santa Kahn to deliver a freshly-wrapped, certified, high-quality NBA starter to the Wolves via trade.  The Wolves’ could assure themselves future success by taking the Celtics and Clippers approach to rebuilding: selling youth for experience. The team has acquired a set of nice, young players, but the roster and rotation is horribly imbalanced, mismatched, and built around nothing of skillsets and fit, but the principle of youth alone. It is time to trade a few young pieces for an established player such as Andre’ Iguodala, Pau Gasol, pre-scandal Monta Ellis, Kevin Martin, etc. Doing so would propel the Wolves forward to a +.500 record, and would turn Wolves fans over-attached to mystique, allure, and draft picks toward the only thing that matters: a winning team. Happy Kahnukkah!

 I brainstormed several different titles for this post. All of the following probably would've sufficed:

"Get Ready for One Heck of a Season"
"Ricky Rubio Made Me Cry. Four Separate Times."
"Watch as I Overreact to a Preseason Blowout"

But instead, I went with "Why This Team is Special" -- because the culture of losing we've become so accustomed to is finally over.

Last night the Timberwolves defeated the Bucks 117-96 in their first game of the preseason. Yes, it's the preseason, but it was an impressive showing nonetheless. 

I'm going to go out on a limb here. Call me a homer. Call me naive. Call me whatever you like. But this year's T-Wolves team is going to sneak into the playoffs with a 36-30 record. I'm calling it right now. BOOK IT.

Click here to read why I'm so optimistic!

The other day, the Wolves traded Lazar Hayward to Oklahoma City for two 2nd round picks and the cap relief from his modest contract. A common refrain heard after this trade was, "Great! The Wolves acquired two 2nd round picks for a player who had no spot on the roster. Great value." Or, "awesome! All Dallas was able to get for Rudy Fernandez and Corey Brewer was a single 2nd round pick!" Now, there is nothing untrue about the previous statements by any means, but to truly look at why this trade is bad, let's take a 2008 Kevin Love-sized step back and examine the forest.

Before delving too deep into a futile issue here (a freaking Lazar Hayward trade), let's spend some time chatting about a curse bestowed upon a sub-faction of Wolves fans ever since a fateful day that coincided with a major Minneapolis bridge collapsing into the Mississippi River: The Garnett trade on August 1st, 2007. I'm not sure whether it was former Wolves mastermind Kevin McHale's mindless inability to make good use of a first round pick, but ever since this day a certain chunk of Wolves fans have become, to use Woj-like hyperbole, blindly obsessed with draft picks and potential over proven NBA talent. Every first round pick, whether the Wolves own one or four, is a 'chance to add the next star.'

It is hard to really pinpoint the reason for this obsession, but it is there. As were a group of fans who, for various reasons, defended Kahn's decision to trade Al Jefferson to the Utah Jazz for two poorly positioned first round picks, Kosta Koufos and cap relief that was eventually used on Anthony Randolph. "First round picks! Potential! Kobe and Malone were drafted in the mid-first round! Randolph was once drafted higher than Jefferson and compared to Lamar Odom on a draft website! We needed to get rid of Al Jefferson to make room for Love!" (Gee, you coulda tested the market and traded him for a solid wing instead of Kosta Koufos' nose). Never-you-mind the Wolves had a coaching staff these past two years who couldn't develop a case of syphilis at a ASU sorority house, not to mention basketball talent; but the mystique and allure that these imaginary planets would align in some form of anti-apocalyptic, one in four-hundred trillion manner was too exciting for a fan-base used to the same repeatable, predictable 5.5-month run of disappointment, shaken and stirred with sub-zero temperatures and snowdrifts the size of Oliver Miller's annual Thanksgiving feast. 

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