“Love you then they hate you then they love you again. Hate you then they love you then they hate you again”
This could ring more true then my feelings for Kevin Love. Just when empathy kicks in, and I feel sorry for this gifted athlete, my reason knocks with the question, why? But is it reason knocking? Oh Love, Love is so complicated. I wish I knew how I felt about you.
You see, I started writing a blog post about Love after the LAC game on December 22, 2013. “It’s finally happened,” I wrote, “I feel bad for Kevin Love.” But similar to this post, I got flustered halfway in and scratched the idea of writing about Love. Writing has always helped me to sort out my feelings, but not when it comes to Love. I’m twisted over you. Oh my, am I writing a Love letter? Shoot. Welp, here it goes:
I didn’t like Love at first. In fact, I thought he was overrated - I didn’t see potential in that 2008-2009 season. I missed KG, and the Wolves as a whole were a mess. (Note: I still miss KG.) As Love harnessed his agility and strength, my heart grew fonder. I was convinced of his talent, and confident in a future. When the Wolves took steps to surround Love with quality athletes and coaches, I lushed over the possibilities. My heart raced, “Baby I see you working hard, I want to let you know I’m proud, let you know that I admire what you do.” He took steps to reassure us of his capability and justified being the fifth overall pick.
Love was on track to become the Wolves designated player in 2011 but was not offered a max contract. Love had dedicated himself to the game and Kahn didn’t understand his worth, he didn’t take the time to make it work - leading to, what may turn out to be, an irreconcilable relationship. I felt sorry that the Wolves hadn’t honored Love’s commitment to himself, the team and the game with a max contract. We should have done all that we could’ve to show you, Kevin, how super you are.
Last season was really when my roller-coaster of emotions arose. Love had become consistent but also distant. You could feel the disappointment and tension between Love and the management of the Wolves. You could feel Love disconnecting himself from the team and from Minnesota. My heart ached over his neglect. I never thought that lovin’ you would hurt, “how you gonna act like that?” I thought. It took me long enough to appreciate Love that when I had finally come around, it was too late, and I was overcome with sadness. On top of it all, Love would only play 18 games due to injury.
With Love sidelined and openly irritated with the Wolves front office, I became bitter. I watched the team I adore trudge and stumble through a season that had once held so much promise. I was ready to watch Love leave. Love was like fire & ice, I wanted him gone. It was over.
This season has been equally as draining. One night I can feel the reasons why I fell in love in the first place, other nights it’s more difficult. I had all but given up on my feelings for you, Love, but I keep letting you back in, how can I explain myself? As painful as this thing has been, I just can’t be with no one else. I want you, Love, to be our designated player. Said I want you, I want you. I want to see you continue to grow with the Wolves. I wanna stop playing all these silly little games you and me play.
I get it, Kevin. You’re from California, you played for UCLA. You want to play for the Lakers. I really, really get it. But we need you. How could our front office think that we could ever be better without you? I’ll go half crazy if you choose to leave. But before we make an offer you won’t refuse, I need to know you love us too. Will you ever be able to love Minnesota the way that we love you?
I’m not sure of what to do it’s a catch 22. I want you to be happy, but I want you to stay. Kevin, I’ve watched you grow, watched you change. I always knew, one day, you would outgrow our relationship. I know you’re going to leave me.
So for now, remember old times - just you and me, we use to ball out, just you and me, for old time sake, keep the memories, hold ‘em tight baby, hold ‘em tight, and know that I will always love you.