Mr. McHale, on behalf of loyal, supportive basketball fans from the state of Minnesota, I wish to thank you. Your bold managerial decisions and vision very few else can see (or understand, really), has let us all off the hook. All the concern, the worry, the dollars spent, we can officially not be branded bandwagon fans for never again rooting for your team.  

Because of your decision to deal our franchise player for guys who whose brilliance weren't recognized enough on their own team to develop, you've ensured us a fighting chance in the next 15 NBA Draft Lotteries. Now what active GM can say THAT??

We'll take their average ability, and finally clear the path that was blocked by our 25-11-5 heart-of-our-franchise guy. And when you get pull this deal off (Herschel's Younger Child), we can all find some relief and comfort knowing we never again have to root for your team. We can finally put this disastrous business experiment to rest, because when you're pulling in 5,500 fans a game, you'll leave our city in five years (hopefully less), and we'll never again have to spend money, wring hands, laugh and cry at our draft selections, and ponder with regret at how one of Minnesota's biggest icons - you - was able to take an entire franchise and run it so far into the ground, we might as well call them the Iowa Timberwolves.

It's like you pulled the plug on our terminal loved one. The sense of relief doesn't completely remove the pain of it being over, but it is a much more comfortable feeling.

Thank you again, Mr. McHale. Feel free to go hide in the woods around Owatonna for the rest of your days. We're begging you, please, for your own safety, retire. Retire, and don't ever look back. Seriously.