Maybe it's my unconscionable desire to root for the underdog in every conceivable situation, or my unrelenting loyalty to the frozen lands that raised me.

Whatever the reason behind it is, the truth is that I collect basketball cards of the worst franchise in all of professional sports, the Minnesota Timberwolves. I even have an Instagram page where I show them off, and chat about all the most minute details that so few people on the planet appreciate, it's almost not worth it. Almost.