Oh Baby! Even without Rudy Gobert, Timberwolves leave Nuggets crying in frustration.
He has some good lines here.
Let’s hit skip on the diss tracks and talk of a Nuggets dynasty.
...the Nuggets delivered a performance that belonged in a diaper, losing 106-80.
Everything suggested the Nuggets would rebound like Dennis Rodman.
Karl-Anthony Towns ran through Murray like midnight Taco Bell...
Malone reached his flashpoint, storming onto the court to confront the official. It was the verbal equivalent of throwing chairs and kicking doors. ...Amazingly, Malone did not receive a technical. The match, though, was lit. And like everything else Monday, the winds of change blew it out.
Murray exited without talking to the media, which is not uncommon for him, but is a horrible look after his behavior on the bench. [He threw a heating pack at an official]
frustration unbecoming of a champion.
In winning their first title, the Nuggets…embraced pressure like a long lost friend. The crown, 11 months later, appears too heavy for the kings. They are unraveling. They now face odds of winning usually associated with the Rockies.
The Timberwolves placing the banana peel under the Nuggets is not entirely a surprise.
Murray firing the heat pad was a metaphor for a night of clanked shots and sore throats from pleading for calls.
One man walked by section 144 and screamed to no one in particular, “I can’t believe I paid for this.”
There is no crying in baseball. But basketball? Oh, baby! The Nuggets need a warm bottle of milk, a nap and a few hours in timeout because they are in big trouble.
