In a slightly disorientating experience yesterday, I watched the Timberwolves lose to the Celtics last night on British TV. Not only was I watching it when none of the many Minnesotans I work with able to (they were at work), but KG, the player synonymous with the Wolves for the last decade, was playing for the Celtics.
The oddness of the situation was mitigated by my indifference to basketball; it’s the only major sport we didn’t watch while in the US, and I don’t regret missing the squeaking and the tallness and the back and forth and the squeaking.