Dear Kevin McHale,
I've never met you. For all I know, you are a nice person. But as I am watching game 6 of the NBA Finals, all I can think about is how much I fucking hate you.
Yours,
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P.S. I wish the Timberwolves didn't even exist. Without a pro franchise in the Twin Cities, I doubtless would have grown up a Celtic fan, and I would be happy right now. I also would not hate you.
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