If the Minnesota Timberwolves’ win in game one was the soaring heights of a rocket ship blasting to the moon, then game two was the scolding-hot sting of it crashing back to earth. Just as the former felt like breaking free of every imperfection that this plucky squad possesses, the latter felt like a microscope…
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