
NEW YORK -- One point guard wandered around the WaMu Theater halls, looking lost. He easily could have been mistaken for a tourist who had made the wrong turn at Penn Station. "Where's the loo?"
Ricky Rubio asked an usher. The usher gave Rubio a blank stare. "I mean toilet. Where's toilet?"
Another point guard strolled through the Madison Square Garden interior like he owned the place.
Jonny Flynn slapped hands with security guards, and when a janitor stopped Flynn to talk about a certain memorable game Flynn played in here back in March, Flynn flashed his Farrah-like smile and said, "Yeah, the 15 overtime one?"
This was hours before the Minnesota Timberwolves made a head-scratching, scene-stealing move by selecting both playmakers -- Rubio, the Spanish phenom, was the fifth pick, and Flynn, the irrepressible spark plug from Syracuse, went sixth. One might be traded, or the two best point guards of this draft could both end up in a Minnesota backcourt helping reshape a team that has not made the playoffs since 2004. Whatever transpires, the Timberwolves haven't made this much noise since Kevin Garnett clawed the backboards at the Target Center.