George O'Brien
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GARNETT TO BLAME FOR WOLVES' WOES
January 7, 2005 -- COMING off last sea son's breakthrough, third-round playoff indentation, in addition to the relatively costly retention of free agents Troy Hudson, Trenton Hassell and Fred Hoiberg, the Timberwolves were considered legitimate contenders for this year's NBA title.
Wednesday night, the expansion Bobcats drilled them by 18 in Charlotte. It was the T'wolves' fourth straight defeat, including three in a row at home. Overall, they've dropped eight of 11 since starting 13-6. Only two games above low tide at 16-14, they're flashing all the warning signs of a leaderless team in utter disorder.
Because I care about keeping the T'wolves off Desolation Row, these are the biggest problems Kevin McHale and Flip Saunders cannot continue to ignore:
Defending MVP Kevin Garnett must no longer be permitted to do whatever he pleases whenever he pleases and as often as he pleases. Enough of Saunders indulging the Big Ticket as if he's his own private Ticket and habitually coaching to benefit Garnett first and foremost!
Enough catering to Garnett every half-court possession and not demanding he play intelligently! Enough of him having to touch the ball every time downcourt unless it's a fast break! Enough of the gaudy numbers that aren't translating lately into victories, or transforming his supporting cast into a championship team any time soon!
Nobody's saying Garnett hasn't earned preferential treatment; clearly he's one of the league's elite players. He boasts gobs of talent, but has yet to learn how to be one of its greatest players. Too frequently ego overrides brain waves.
Faced with authentic challenges from the likes of Tim Duncan, Dirk Nowitzki and now Amare Stoudemire, Garnett almost always falls into the trap of taking the matchup personally.
What's more, when things get tough you can count on Garnett to force the issue almost every time. With the game in the balance and the defense swarming around him, you can depend on him to hoist up an unsavory shot, or put the ball down in traffic and get it stolen.
Who knows; maybe because people have such lofty expectations of him, Garnett feels pressured to produce. He wants to win, sure, but I'm not convinced he wants any of his teammates to creep into his spotlight, or abduct his glory on any kind of consistent basis.
When Michael Jordan learned to take advantage of open teammates, the Bulls began their assembly of six titles. When Shaquille O'Neal learned to tolerate sharing the floodlights and the ball with Kobe Bryant, the Lakers captured three consecutive crowns.
Meanwhile, look what's going on in Miami. It's easy to see why the 26-8 Heat are dominating the East. Shaq is deferring to Dwyane Wade — allowing him to emerge unrestrained or unresented into a simonized superstar — and regularly downplaying his offensive repertoire so less artistic teammates can get off without a hand in their face.
Being Wilt doesn't get it. Being MJ does. Until Garnett grasps the above winning recipe, it's not going to happen for Minny Ha-Ha.
Two games ago against the Suns, the T'wolves lucked out midway through the fourth period when Stoudemire (15-for-19 FGs) got ejected for taunting; it was his second technical.
Until that time, the third-year pro had played Garnett to a standstill and the Phoenix rout was nearly complete. K.G. finished strong and so did the T'wolves. He notched 14 points in the quarter for a grand total of 47 and they cut the deficit to five with under a minute to go.
Yet not one word, disparaging or otherwise, was articulated about Garrett's two woefully weak misses in the final moments.
The second backfire substantiates all of the above: Again, down five with under a minute, so what does Garnett do? With nobody of any consequence underneath to rebound, he lofts up an unnecessary, low percentage (stupid) 3-pointer that barely grazed the front rim. End of comeback!
Three losses ago against the Grizzlies, the T'wolves are on a third-quarter break when Sam Cassell looks off a wide-open Wally Szczerbiak on the right, a 50 percent shooter, and dishes left to Ervin Johnson, a non-shooter, 15 feet away from the basket.
It doesn't get any dumber, more sinister, or more selfish; you be the judge. Cassell may have figured Johnson had no other choice but to give it back to him. Instead he threw it cross-court to Szczerbiak for the score.
More money (Latrell Sprewell and Cassell), more playing time (Hudson), more shots (all three), no center (Michael Olowokandi is clueless) and no defense; it's all bad!
By now, I suspect, everybody is aware of just how bad things are: The T'wolves