NEW YORK – Now I know what all the fuss has been about. Now I know why NBA executives and Euro talent scouts were so enchanted all these years. Now I understand why Donnie Walsh offered to give up smoking to make Ricky Rubio a Knick.
All it took was one probe and penetration Friday night against the Heat for me to realize I was beholding a visionary. From then on, each time the Timberwolves rookie fondled the fleece I couldn’t help but notice myself staring at the sleight-of-hand, slight-of-body Spaniard.