On Second Thought... Hold the Mayo. I'm Feelin' the Love.
By the time I went to bed on the night of the NBA Draft, I had sufficiently talked myself into liking O.J. Mayo as the newest Timberwolf. I had explained away all of my pre-draft concerns about O.J's prima-donna attitude (He's misunderstood, he's just got a bad reputation), the way he'd fit into a lineup already full of young, offensive-minded combo guards (him and Foye can both run the offense and shoot so well, it will work itself out), and the fact that, short of making it to the championship, there is no effin' way he would come back to a small market team in the coldest state in America (he told McHale he would love to play for Minnesota!).
Consecutive Playoff Streaks


