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The Wolves were howling with wholesale wins, but now whining, to the point that they could be heard in western Wisconsin, and its new faithful found here, and keeping the faith better than the fickle back by the Target Center. But some of them have come here to watch. So those with such an interest multiplied from being in the single digits to the hundred(s). For now.

Since the T-Wolves crossed into the tundra, they have been frozen out. Again green with envy over Green Bay.
Around the mid-time they were melting down the Nuggets, there was a ground-swell on the grounds here in western Wisconsin that was just swell for a while. It continued to swell until Dallas came around, then has been merely swollen. Light-years difference in what the deal and/or final scores were versus Denver rather than now Dallas.
Tuesday night’s Game Four, which may prove to be the finale, could bring the experiment on fandom to a conclusion. How many here will view it? If a tree falls in the forest but no one sees it … But hear this: Everyone is partied out from a three-day-weekend that saw some shops typically not doing holiday business having their Memorial Day doors swung open, and thus having to be back at work on Tuesday morning, will they be recovered in time to show at sports bars come evening?

— Apple’s 100 top albums are (hard) rock heavy? Like another major music awards meme that majorly cited Metallica. About time, as we have moved past just Jethro Tull, although he’s great too. Also noteworthy in the top 10 are Nirvana’s Nevermind and Prince’s Purple Rain. Number one might not be as well known, at least in some circles: The Miseducation of Lauryn Hill. Is there a need to raise revenue through such a rapper, by chance? Just wondering. As Apple is facing a new involving-millions, potentially in both claimants and dollars, class action suit. —

(But whoa, the Woofies did not whiff or wimper in Game Four, and avoided being swept in four games for what woulda, coulda been perhaps the first time in their playoff history, after starting things off by posting their own sweep of a postseason series in this, 2024. Not that hardly anyone locally saw the latest outcome.)
Where it had started with a dozen-or-so, the start-of-playoffs patrons of the paint in Hudson-area sports bars, taking in the Wolves wonders, soon grew to near hundred. Or even hundreds. But now with the fourth contest beckoning, we could soon be back to barely single-digit, now-solemn faithful.
For Games One or Two, at Hudson Tap, the full patronage was first seen, but after blowouts all quickly left the bar rather than trying to make like Towns or Edwards on the slot and pinball and video game machines and win that game. Quaff the rest of your drink ordered in the third quarter and go. As the bartender announced to me, Minnesotans soon chased their way back to their homes, as they are a fickle breed when the wins don’t come.
But there is always tomorrow, like the endless Pack is Back mantra of those dreary 1970s, and as Game Three rolled around, Timberwolves flags started popping up outside local taverns — my new bro did not question my intent when snapping a photo of one — and not just the also Minnesotan-monickered Smilin’ Moose. Ziggy’s for example, the place on the other end that first greets those from The Gopher State, now has an above-door flag that scrolls away from Skol, as this is the closest thing Hudson has to a Viking bar, (they are now forelorn). The flag shows, when the fickle and flapping winds allow, a single (North)star, but would that one be Towns or Edwards?
Game Three also found the Wild Badger in New Richmond, one more sub-level of suburbia removed from St. Paul, three-quarters full of largely people from that region. One pair — with the younger bearded man looking like Towns moreso than Harden or James — left right after a last Maverick shot killed off a near-to-a-win opp, and the focused stayed for at least a while, not going to the car and hitting an app.
Those two who took a break from the noise-then-fade-to-solemn have also hit the home with big screen of their friend, who is new to New Richmond and his own in-house TV offering, for virtually every game of the playoffs. All say they can be prone to depression, and we all know Minnesota sports can bring that.
But prior to debacles in Dallas, people on both sides of the St. Croix River got on the Timberwolves bandwagon, and metro papers noted that those who are not normally Twin-Cities- based basketball buffs joined the fold — temporarily.
Even on this side of the big river, and south of the Interstate 94 part of the divide, County Market had a sign setting ahead of the Minneapolis-based Star-Tribune newspaper itself on its stand, proclaiming that circa May 22, there was a special commemorative edition coming out, for just an added three bucks to analyze three-point buckets. This despite the fact that there are no Bucks, the Badger version of the NBA, left in the playoffs. Long(er) gone. And as the firm fan footing long-held-here in Hudson by the Minnesota Wild had gone by the wayside even before then.
That Bucks contingency also did not keep the Hudson version of Buffalo Wild Wings from calling itself the playoff headquarters for watching games, with that contingent’s key beer on special being Mich, not a Milwaukee standard fan fare.

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