I know why the Timberwolves suck.
They are still stuck in 1983. Unfortunately, McHale is no longer flanked by Bird, Parrish and Maxwell.
A rash of stories revealing a new way of using new stats to your advantage in the NBA has flooded the blogosphere. But, apparently, none of these stories (not to mention the premise behind the stories) have reached Minneapolis yet.
And, it's not difficult to find the reason.
After all, he's 6'10, looks like this guy and walks like my 93-year-old Great Aunt. Kevin McHale is a self-professed "old-school" guy who still wears Bill Cosby sweaters and still watches reruns of his cameo on Cheers on this thing.
Do you really think he's up-to-date on this new way of thinking about the game?
Of course not.
He brings up how "simple" the game is in every interview. Heck, he was so sure of his antiquated methods of player assessment that he didn't even contact Rashad McCants' college coach prior to drafting him. Oops. Maybe he should have. Roy Williams didn't think McCants was ready. He wasn't...
Anyway... I can imagine the scene in the Wolves front office (on one of the few occasions McHale is present...and not off hunting with the owner's blessing.)
New Intern: Should I study game film to analyze the exact locations on the court that our players shoot significantly better percentages?
McHale: Nah. Tried and true analysis is a fad. Around here, we stick to my quickly deteriorating memory and nostalgia of a bygone era to get things done.
Now, go get me a Diet Rite cola and a Whatchamacallit. I need a snack before Night Court comes on.
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