Well, Wittman’s out. McHale’s officially playing things out on the bench until Fred Hoiberg or Jim Stack can take over. It’s been a long, strange 14 years, and now it’s almost over. I’ll have a more proper tribute to the McHale Era of Wonderment when it finally closes, but for now I’ll just say this to the fruit salad that is the Timberwolves front office.
Get fucked. All of you. Please.