James Harden and the Houston Rockets are in town for a 7 PM tilt against the Wolves at Target Center.
The Rockets, having lost 6 straight, are really struggling. Immediately before their current 6-game losing streak began, Houston reeled off a 5-game winning streak. Overall, the Rockets are 21-20. They are 2nd in the League in scoring and 30th in points allowed. (Adjusted for pace, their offense is ranked 9th, defense 18th.) James Harden is still really, really good, with the League’s 5th-best scoring average, 2nd-best assist average among non-point guards, and 1st-best beard.
Streakiness, mediocrity, and working the offense almost entirely through a go-to guy – what else could you expect from a Kevin McHale-coached team?
If the Rockets are struggling, the Wolves are reeling. Everyone’s hurt. If they’re not hurt, they’re sick. 10-day Kahntracts are being signed to stop the bleeding.
Gelabale might help…some. But Nicolas Batum isn’t walking through that door.
That’s not all.
is talk of are more 10-day Kahntracts. (CHRIS JOHNSON(!)) The Wolves’ desperation is so palpable that the hardcore among us are taking a sick pleasure in debating the merits of bringing in non-NBA players on 10-day Kahntracts.
The bottom line is this: the Wolves are 16-20. Since Kevin Love re-injured his hand on January 3rd, the Wolves have gone 1-6, dropping their last five by an average of 16.0 points. Ugh. Things don’t get any easier tonight, with no Pek, no Shved, and possibly no Dante Cunningham.
Will the real Derrick Williams please stand up?
Things in Wolves-land are so dire right now that we at Punch-Drunk Wolves are starting to feel That Punch Drunk Feeling that prompted the naming of this blog in the first place. It’s leading old habits to return, like drinking whisky and chain-smoking while flipping fitfully through draftexpress.com player profiles. Today, Andy G and I are scouting Alex Len, and not because we have an interest in Maryland or UNC.
Yep, readers, it’s a tough time to be a Wolves fan, but we stick it out and find silver linings. Or false hopes. Whatever gets us by.
Even if apropos of nothing, a win against Houston tonight would feel good.