Sometimes, a season turns on a single game. And sometimes, the moment glows so fiercely you can't look away.
Last night, Minnesota claimed that moment. The Timberwolves, powered by the restless confidence of Anthony Edwards and the bruising brilliance of Julius Randle, put away the hobbled Warriors—no Stephen Curry, no mercy.
The final score is now a memory: 121-110, a five-game series put to bed. Minnesota didn’t just win; they moved on, their dreams stretching deeper into May’s electric promise.
"He’s the brightest star in the room. Anywhere he goes, all eyes on him—and it’s no different on the court."
Edwards—a mere 23, but already so much more—handed out a playoff-best 12 assists, wove 22 points through the Golden State defense, and made you believe something unlikely is happening in Minneapolis. Randle? A colossus: 29 points, 8 rebounds, and two right-off-the-glass reminders that hustle still matters.
Chris Finch, in only his fifth year, continues to sculpt hope into form. That makes it playoff appearances every year he’s been head coach. Kinda wild, right?
Humor me—Julius grilled Anthony for missing three rebounds (“he stopped playing”). Little brother energy, all in good fun. But that’s classic clutch: hold each other to the fire, and rise together.
With an owner beaming courtside and fans wide-eyed, Minnesota is more than just a worthy entry. They’re a squad you want to believe in.
Take a deep breath and rewind the tape—NBA playoffs drama doesn’t get better than this. You’ve got to see it yourself.
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