A funny thing happens when your team gets eliminated from the playoffs. For a few days you’re angry. Then you’re depressed. Then you start convincing yourself that next year will be different. Then the offseason rumor mill starts churning, and suddenly you’re arguing about hypothetical trades involving players who may or may not even be available. But before all of that takes over completely, there is still basketball to be played, and for Timberwolves fans, that basketball now comes with a clear rooting interest.
The New York Knicks marched into San Antonio and stole Game 1 of the NBA Finals, putting Karl-Anthony Towns just three wins away from capturing the Larry O’Brien Trophy.
For nearly a decade, Towns carried the weight of a franchise that was often wandering through the wilderness. Now, two seasons removed from the blockbuster trade that sent him to New York, he finds himself on the doorstep of basketball immortality.
If you’re a Timberwolves fan, you should be cheering for him. You’d have to be a particularly bitter person not to. For all the frustrations that occasionally accompanied Towns’ tenure in Minnesota, he gave this franchise everything he had. He showed up. He played through difficult circumstances. He helped bridge the gap between the dark years and the emergence of Anthony Edwards.
So when Wolves fans see him standing three wins away from a championship, the reaction isn’t jealousy. It’s pride.
That doesn’t mean anybody should start engraving the trophy yet. If the Timberwolves taught us anything a few weeks ago, it’s that winning Game 1 in San Antonio guarantees absolutely nothing. The record books tell us that the winner of Game 1 goes on to win the series roughly 70 percent of the time. That’s an impressive number. It’s also the kind of statistic that gets thrown around confidently until reality punches it in the face.
Minnesota walked into San Antonio during the Western Conference Semifinals and stole Game 1 from the Spurs. Wolves fans were feeling pretty good. The team had weathered injuries. Anthony Edwards had made his miraculous return. San Antonio looked vulnerable. Suddenly everybody was talking about how the Wolves had taken home-court advantage.
Then Game 2 happened. The Wolves treated that second game like they were playing with house money. San Antonio responded by blowing the doors off them. The lesson was simple: Winning Game 1 isn’t the accomplishment. Protecting the advantage is.
That’s why Game 2 feels so massive for New York. If the Knicks can somehow pull off the Texas two-step and leave San Antonio with both games in hand, the entire complexion of the series changes. Suddenly the Spurs find themselves staring at a 2-0 deficit heading into Madison Square Garden, one of the loudest and most chaotic environments in basketball when things are going well.
At that point, New York would be firmly in control. Not champions, not even close. But firmly in control.
The challenge, of course, is that Victor Wembanyama rarely stays down for long. One of the recurring themes throughout the series with the Wolves and Thunder was how quickly Wembanyama adjusted. There would be games where he looked slightly uncomfortable. There would be stretches where defenses bothered him. Then he’d spend 48 hours making adjustments and return looking like a basketball-playing extraterrestrial sent to punish mankind for its arrogance.
Game 1 of the Finals felt familiar. Wembanyama wasn’t quite himself.
The rhythm, the dominance, and the overwhelming sense of inevitability wasn’t there. History suggests that won’t last. Great players adjust. Superstars adjust faster, and Wembanyama increasingly looks like the type of player who solves problems overnight.
That’s why Towns becomes such a fascinating figure in this series. The Knicks need him to be the version of Karl-Anthony Towns that Wolves fans spent years dreaming about. The disciplined version that avoids silly fouls and stays on the floor. The version that uses his skill and size to create problems. If Towns can continue making his presence felt inside while forcing Wembanyama to work on the other end, suddenly New York has a pathway to pulling this off.
That’s what makes this series so compelling. The Knicks have been red hot and look like a team that genuinely believes it’s destined to finish the job. Meanwhile, San Antonio still has the most terrifying player in the sport and the type of roster that can make you feel foolish for doubting them.
It feels like we’re headed toward something special. Maybe it’s six games. Maybe it’s seven. Maybe it’s one of those Finals that gets remembered for years because of the stars involved, the momentum swings, the iconic moments and the pressure that comes with chasing a championship.
Whatever happens, Game 1 already accomplished one thing. It reminded everyone that San Antonio is beatable. The Knicks proved it. Now comes the hard part. Can they do it again?
Can they avoid the mistake Minnesota made? Can they leave Texas with both games? Because if they can, suddenly Karl-Anthony Towns won’t be three wins away anymore. He’ll be standing on the edge of a championship with Madison Square Garden waiting to carry him the rest of the way.
For Wolves fans, that would be a pretty cool sight. We never get to be the bride around here. Most years we aren’t even the bridesmaid. But seeing one of the greatest players in franchise history get his moment? That’s something worth rooting for.
The Canis faithful will be watching, and most of Wolves Nation is probably saying the same thing:
Go get it, KAT.
