We were all having such a nice time. The weekend is almost upon us, Media Day is on Monday, training camp starts on October 1, and then the Wolves dropped this in our laps:
Hooray! Just in case you forgot, Budinger tore his meniscus in his left knee last season. Timberwolves PR added in a follow-up tweet that “Budinger to visit Dr. James Andrews in Birmingham, AL early next week. An update to his status will be provided after that examination.”
Two things: 1.) This is lame. 2.) Don’t panic.
I know: I know. It’s hard not to when last season was picked over by the vultures of injury like a broken body in the desert, but you need to keep in mind that every team has players that get injured every season (well, Granger aside, not the Pacers) and that the Wolves were not going to get off scot-free just because they rang up such a huge injury surplus last season. We don’t know the extent of the injury or the exact nature of it.
So let’s talk impact: If Budinger misses some time, it likely solidifies the starting rotation as Rubio / Martin / Brewer / Love / Pek. And hey: That’s not awful. There was always the possibility that that would be the starting lineup anyways in order to provide shooting punch off the bench and defense for the starters. The Wolves’ roster is more balanced this year than last, and they can absorb some hits like this along the way. It’s important to remember that every team needs to if they’re going to be in the hunt for the postseason.
But let me also put a sympathetic arm around you. If you panicked at this news, it’s because you’re suffering from a mild form of PTSD called PTSSD (Post Timberwolves Season Stress Disorder). It’s the inverse of what happens for Heat or Lakers fans when they sign Greg Oden (who hasn’t played a minute of NBA basketball in FOUR YEARS) or Chris Kaman and then think to themselves, “You know, this … COULD WORK!” We assume the worst. We’re not just underdog fans. We’re Midwestern underdog fans. I can’t tell you not to feel the feels. But I can tell you to keep your chin up.
At the very least, keep it well away from your knees. They’re the worst.