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Behind Timberwolves’ decision to start Joe Ingles so his autistic son could see him play
MINNEAPOLIS — About 35 minutes before the Minnesota Timberwolves were set to tip off against the New Orleans Pelicans on Friday night, an eruption could be heard in the back hallways of Target Center.
It came from the locker room, and the timing seemed odd for a team that was in the doldrums after two straight dispiriting losses to teams that had no business winning in this building. It came from an announcement from head coach Chris Finch, just before the regular game plan meeting started.
As the team gathered around, Finch told them they had the chance to do something special on this night. He wasn’t talking about getting revenge on the Pelicans, who embarrassed them two nights prior. He wasn’t talking about closing the gap on the Golden State Warriors for the coveted No. 6 seed in the Western Conference playoff chase. He was talking about doing something for one of their own and a family that has been through hell.
Finch told his team that he was giving veteran forward Joe Ingles his first start of the season, even though this was a “must-win game.” As the players looked around at each other, he told them why a guy who had appeared in only 18 of the team’s previous 71 games, five of which lasted 3 seconds or less, was suddenly starting for a team that was flailing. He told them that Ingles’ wife and three children were in town visiting this week and that one of life’s little miracles had occurred for them at a game against the Utah Jazz on Sunday.
He told them how Ingles’ 8-year-old son, Jacob, has autism, and how he had never been able to sit through the sensory overload of an NBA game from start to finish. He told them that on Sunday, for the first time ever, Jacob was able to watch the entire game, an incredible breakthrough for him and the family that has fought so hard for him since he was diagnosed at 2 1/2 years old.
There was only one bummer: Ingles did not play in that game. Friday marked the last day the family would be together before mom and the kids headed back to their full-time home in Orlando, where Jacob has a school that he loves and a house that provides him much-needed comfort.
When Finch got word of Jacob’s milestone, he became determined to make sure that the boy got to see his dad on the court this time. Not only did Finch plan to play Ingles against the Pelicans, he told his team that he planned to put him in the starting lineup.
“I figured, if we’re going to do it, let’s do it in style,” Finch said.
The entire team started clapping and cheering, a response so emphatic that the cement block walls that separate the locker room from the arena hallway couldn’t contain the noise. All of a sudden, a team that had lost its swag, as Julius Randle put it after the loss on Wednesday dropped them to eighth in the West, was reinvigorated.
“I would want coach to do the same for me if I was in that position,” forward Jaden McDaniels said.
What followed was a 134-93 victory over the Pels. Randle had 20 points, six rebounds and five assists, Rudy Gobert had 15 points, 11 rebounds and three steals and Anthony Edwards scored 17 points. The most important person on the court that night went scoreless in six minutes, missing all three of his shots, committing two fouls and turning it over once. The most important person in the building, a young boy who was non-verbal early on in his diagnosis but is now in school and growing and developing and blossoming, was able to watch an entire NBA game for the second time in a row. The only difference this time was Jacob got to see his dad play.
“This is the stuff,” Ingles said, “I’ll remember forever.”
This was a major moment for the Ingles family, a line of demarcation in a seemingly endless battle to help Jacob find his way in a world that can leave behind kids like him. It was also a jolt to a team that seemed to be hitting a wall, to a group of players that were maybe feeling a little sorry for themselves when even an eight-game winning streak earlier this month couldn’t put a dent in the narrow lead the Warriors had on them in the playoff race.
“Sometimes you gotta do the human thing,” Finch said. “We always talk about how all these minutes matter, and (Ingles’) minutes mattered for another reason.”
Ten days ago, the Timberwolves were flying high after a 20-point thumping of the Nuggets in Denver. They returned to Minnesota for a five-game homestand filled with struggling teams, giving them realistic hopes that a season full of frustration and inconsistency was congealing at just the right time. They beat the Magic and the Jazz to run their winning streak to eight and were carrying themselves like a team that wasn’t afraid of anyone in the West.
Then came an overtime loss on Monday to the Pacers, who played without Tyrese Haliburton, Myles Turner and Pascal Siakam. They followed that on Wednesday with a loss to the Pelicans, who were beaten by 46 points in their previous game and had the second-worst record in the West.
“The energy is off. It’s funky. We’re not playing with that same spirit or the same confidence,” Randle said after that game.
Finch searched for answers to restore the team’s edge. On Thursday, he spoke of how the team has proved to be “moody” this season, soaring when the shots are falling and the wins are coming and sulking when things aren’t going their way.
“We’ve got to be able to survive our own mistakes a little bit better,” Finch said. “Sometimes guys have the propensity to worry a little bit too much about themselves and how things affect themselves rather than the greater good.”
He emphasized to the group that there was little anyone could do to change their individual statistics this late in the season. The sample size is too large for any of them to see their per-game averages rise or fall in a noticeable way. The only thing they can do to affect their seasons in a positive way is to come together and win some games.
Little did he know that less than 24 hours after having that talk with the team during a film session at practice, he would get word of something that could help him illustrate in ways both powerful and relatable what an approach like that looked like.
Ingles’ wife, Renae, and all three children have spent the entire season at the family’s full-time home in Orlando. The end of Ingles’ career is much closer than the start, so when he signed a one-year, veteran minimum deal with the Timberwolves last summer, they decided the family would not follow him to Minnesota. Taking Jacob out of his comfort zone for nine months did not seem practical or productive.
Joe being gone has put even more of the burden on Renae’s shoulders.
“There’s a little less stress because I can afford to pay for Jacob to get what he needs, but it doesn’t take away the meltdowns in the supermarket,” Joe said. “There’s been so many times that my wife is laying on the floor in public and you can feel people staring at you, you know they’re judging you and commenting about it. But they have no idea what he’s gone through that day or the night before or the situation.”
The school they found in Orlando has been an immense help to Jacob’s development. The progress manifested in a tangible way for this basketball family on Sunday against the Jazz. Typically, Jacob will not last long amid the onslaught of thumping music, strobing lights and mascots running amok. They tried to take him to a Minnesota Wild hockey game earlier this season.
“He lasted three minutes,” Ingles said.
Then came Sunday, when Renae and the kids watched the entire first half without issue. At halftime, they retreated to a family room where the children of players hang out, play video games and pass the time if they do not want to sit still in an arena seat for two straight hours. When they got to the room, Jacob had a request for his mother, Renae told The Athletic.
“Have the timer on and watch the clock so that I don’t miss a second of the action,” he said.
Renae almost did a doubletake. She asked Jacob if he wanted to stay and play PlayStation instead.
“Why?” he said. “I can play the PlayStation at home. I’m here to watch my dad.”
They all returned to their seats and watched the entire second half. Joe kept looking up at his family, expecting the seats to be empty each time. Each time, the three of them were right there, having a blast. The pride overflowed from the thick-skinned Aussie, offering a moment of clarity for how far his son had come.
“There’s a lot to it that people don’t see behind the scenes,” Joe said. “Shoot, with the NBA and the money, (people think) those problems go away, and they don’t. It’s a reality for us every day, and Jacob is doing great now, but there’s still a lot of challenges that we go through.”
Renae has a robust Instagram presence, and she dedicates much of it to advocating for inclusion and educating about life with autism. She said she rarely posts about basketball on her feed, but she could not contain her excitement after the game against the Jazz.
“As a dad, just really proud that he’s worked so hard every day with school, therapy, speech, everything that he has to do to fit in in a not very friendly world a lot of the time,” Joe said, “and fit in to work has hard as he has and now get the benefits of now being able to be with his brother, sister and mom, sit there and watch his dad.”
On Friday morning, while Finch was still looking for ways to snap the team out of the mini-funk it was in, he was made aware that Jacob was going to be back in the arena one more time before they headed back home. It was suggested to him that if the Wolves got a comfortable lead in the game that night, getting Ingles into the game would be a cool moment.
His wheels started turning. He called Ingles into his office.
“Initially, I probably thought I was going to be in trouble for something, so I was trying to think of what I’d done over the last 48 hours,” Ingles said.
Finch talked with Ingles about Jacob, about the eternal ups and downs of autism, about the hope that Sunday provided them, but also the acknowledgment that there was no certainty with how Friday would go. Maybe Jacob would build on that experience and ride another game out the whole way. Or maybe it would be another tough night and Jacob would ask mom to go home three minutes into the game.
Finch soaked it all in and then told Ingles of his plan. He did not want to wait for garbage time to get Ingles some minutes. The Wolves had been playing poorly so there was no guarantee those minutes would come anyway. The coach told Ingles he wanted him to start, just to make sure that Jacob, Milla and Jack all got to see him play.
“Are you sure?” Ingles said.
Ingles knew this was no small gesture from Finch. The Wolves had lost two straight games and were 1 1/2 games behind the Warriors for the coveted No. 6 seed, which would take them out of the Play-In Tournament. These games are too important, and the Wolves had some mojo to rediscover. Ingles did not want to mess with that pursuit.
Ingles had played a grand total of 3 seconds in the previous 10 games and had not played more than 5:13 in the last 14 games. And Finch wanted to start him?
“It’s the reality of our business. People get fired every day,” Ingles said. “You see coaches on three-, four-year deals, players getting traded. It’s a brutal business. The fact that it even crossed his mind shows a lot.”
Finch insisted. He spoke to guard Mike Conley about giving Ingles his starting spot for the night. Conley has always been the most selfless of the Timberwolves players, so it came as no surprise to Finch that his point guard was thrilled with his idea. Conley also played with Ingles in Utah and was intimately aware of the family’s struggles, so there wasn’t a moment’s hesitation.
That the Pelicans were playing without star Zion Williamson, who overwhelmed the Wolves in their game on Wednesday night, was of little solace. The Timberwolves have followed a maddening pattern of playing their worst basketball against teams that were missing their best players.
This was no time for sentiment.
Or was it?
What if a gesture like this was exactly what the team needed? What if a squad that looked a little bit tired, a lot frustrated and, more than anything, completely confused about how things had fallen off so quickly had to touch some grass? What if the best way to get some worn-down players to stop hanging their heads was for their coach to put his neck on the line for a teammate? What if he was trying to show them that he saw them not as just X’s and O’s on a whiteboard, but as human beings with families, and that sometimes there are things far more important than basketball?
Finch did not just start Ingles for ceremony and pull him at the first whistle. He called the first play for Ingles, getting him a clean look at a runner down the lane that rimmed out. Ingles played the first six minutes of the first quarter, but like life with Jacob, this was no fairy tale. Truth be told, Ingles didn’t play very well, but Finch did not pull the plug early, even as they fell behind early.
Once Ingles left, with the Timberwolves ahead 13-12, he did not return to the game. Conley started the second half, and the Wolves pulled away.
“Guys were behind it, and I think it gave us just the right boost that we needed and change of energy,” Finch said. “So it’s not often that you get to do those types of things. But we’re really happy that we could.”
Joe’s son, Jacob, watching his dad make his first Wolves start. 💙 pic.twitter.com/SzuH7cMISA
— Minnesota Timberwolves (@Timberwolves) March 22, 2025
“I’ve watched him build his amazing family and I watched him go through everything they went through, the family,” said Gobert, who played seven seasons with Ingles in Utah. “I was excited and I was excited obviously for his family and to play with Joe, because I think he’s a really, really good player.”
Nights like this are not just big for the Timberwolves or the Ingles family. Finch’s magnanimous decision quickly spread across social media, the kind of organic, flash-bulb moment that can generate even more support for children like Jacob.
Joe and Renae have become tireless advocates for autism awareness. They helped organize Autism Awareness/Acceptance nights when Ingles played for the Jazz and Milwaukee Bucks and are board members for KultureCity, a non-profit that specializes in sensory accessibility and inclusion.
Renae knows that the coverage this moment receives will make hearts swell across the country. But she also wants it to serve as a reminder of how difficult life can be for families like theirs, especially those who do not have the financial resources of an NBA player.
“This truly took years and years of work and practice and getting it wrong and not having it work and trying things and failing at things and so much sacrifice to get to this point,” she said. “So it feels nice this week that Joe and I can feel like we are making the right choices for Jacob and his needs. But it’s not all rainbows. … We still have those days and moments.”
Renae’s voice quivered and tears welled in her eyes as she thanked Finch and the Timberwolves for everything they gave her family on Friday night.
“Tonight was truly bigger than basketball for us and our family,” she said on her Instagram story.
Finch wanted it to be bigger than basketball for the other 14 players on the roster as well. They had been in their feelings over the last four days and needed to snap out of it. A 41-point romp over one of the worst teams in the league doesn’t mean another winning streak is about to commence. It shouldn’t put the Warriors on notice that they are re-engaging in the race. But it did allow for them to step outside of themselves, look at a 37-year-old father and an 8-year-old son and take a moment to understand how good they’ve got it.
Long after the game was over, after media swarmed him at his locker for the first time all season and after he received all the well wishes from teammates, security guards and team personnel, Ingles walked to his car and made the short drive from the arena to his downtown apartment. When he opened the door, his three children were all there to greet him.
All they wanted to do was talk about the game.
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(Photo of Anthony Edwards and Joe Ingles: Brad Rempel / Imagn Images)
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Good poets know the rules and when to break them, which is something they can teach the rest of us.
To wit:
Giving advice is a peculiar literary undertaking. It flourishes in certain popular genres — graduation speeches, newspaper columns, country and western songs and poems like this one — but what, in these contexts, is it really for?
I’m thinking of situations when you don’t urgently need help but nonetheless enjoy reading answers to questions you may not have thought to ask. What interests you isn’t the content of the advice — you could get all the life hacks you want from A.I. — so much as the voice of the person dispensing it.
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This isn’t the kind of poetry you would describe as “confessional.” And yet …
Question 1/7
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Book Review: ‘America, U.S.A.,’ by Eddie S. Glaude Jr.
AMERICA, U.S.A.: How Race Shadows the Nation’s Anniversaries, by Eddie S. Glaude Jr.
For those of us in the national memory-keeping business, anniversaries hold near-totemic power. Satisfyingly round units of time, ideally bearing fancy, Latin-derived names, serve as the overburdened pegs on which to hang think pieces and museum exhibits, revisionist documentaries and maudlin public ceremonies. The arbitrary nature of such occasions is precisely what gives them their charge, inviting us to set aside complacency and submit to a comprehensive check-in.
In his new book, “America, U.S.A.,” Eddie S. Glaude Jr. presents an intriguing variation on the genre, seeing the country’s 250th birthday as an anniversary of anniversaries: 50 years since the malaise-ridden, schlock-heavy Bicentennial. A century since the subdued Prohibition-era Sesquicentennial. A century and a half since telegraphed reports of George Armstrong Custer’s defeat by the Lakota and Cheyenne at Little Bighorn rudely interrupted the Gilded Age Republic’s 100th birthday party.
If an anniversary offers a snapshot of a moment, the core of Glaude’s book is an old-timey photo album, a collection of notable episodes from earlier national reckonings, long-ago glances in the mirror. An estimable scholar of Black history, politics and religion at Princeton — best known for “Begin Again,” his 2020 meditation on James Baldwin’s relevance for our times — Glaude focuses, as his subtitle puts it, on “how race shadows the nation’s anniversaries.”
Such celebrations, he contends, have never really been the moments for honest self-reflection they are often advertised to be. Instead, the nation usually shatters the mirror, refusing to accept what it prefers not to see. “American anniversaries are often moments to turn a blind eye to the evils of the past and the present,” Glaude writes, “to suppress the fact of America’s divided soul.”
It’s a clever concept, and, needless to say, perfectly timed. Last year, Glaude notes, the Trump administration executed a hostile takeover of the government’s studiously bipartisan 250th anniversary planning. It is now preparing a program that is certain to conceal more than it reveals about the country ostensibly being celebrated.
Glaude, in no mood for celebration, argues that such omissions and evasions also defined commemorations in the past. In 1875, Frederick Douglass predicted “one grand Centennial hosannah of peace and good will to all the white race of this country.” He was right: The nation reached 100 years old at a crucial moment in the post-Civil War fight over racial equality, with white Northerners ready to give up on Southern Reconstruction. The occasion would help the once-warring sections to reunite around a shared commitment to white supremacy. On May 10, 1876, at the opening of the Centennial Exposition in Philadelphia, the police tried to bar Douglass from the grandstand, until a white politician vouched for him.
The 150th anniversary came soon after a resurgent Ku Klux Klan successfully pushed for a restrictive immigration law aimed at keeping America a “Nordic” nation. At the lavishly funded, lightly attended celebrations in Philadelphia, Black veterans of World War I were excluded from marching in the opening parade. A writer with The Associated Negro Press wondered “what was in the breast of those black men who fought to make America safe for Democracy and on Monday stood on the sidelines, forgotten, as the Nordic strode by in all his vain pride.”
By 1976, when the nation marked its Bicentennial, the violence of the ’60s had destroyed any semblance of consensus. Vietnam and Watergate had eroded trust in the government. The commission initially tasked with organizing the anniversary was disbanded amid reports of corruption. Corporations filled the vacuum, Glaude explains, with “star-spangled whoopee cushions; patriotic toilet seats; Liberty hamburgers; red, white and blue beer cans.” The author, around 8 years old at the time, dimly remembers donning a pair of tricolor trousers.
A half-century later, Glaude is refreshingly honest about the depths of his despair. “I do not love America, and never have, especially now,” he writes in one of the more startling opening sentences I’ve read in some time. He dismisses this year’s Semiquincentennial as reaching back “to a storybook America that requires either the banishment of Black people from view or the reduction of our role in the country’s history, so as to affirm America’s ongoing quest to be a more perfect union.”
Undoubtedly true. But Trump doesn’t own the country, at least not yet, nor the 250th anniversary of one of the most radically liberatory and confusingly contradictory events in world history — an inspiration, as Glaude shows, even to critical observers of the American experiment, like Douglass. Far from the revanchist MAGA-palooza in Washington, I suspect this summer’s unasked-for invitation to national soul-searching may surprise us yet.
Despite his despair, Glaude concludes that “the past still offers resources for us to freedom-dream.” So, too, does this book.
AMERICA, U.S.A.: How Race Shadows the Nation’s Anniversaries | By Eddie S. Glaude Jr. | Crown | 270 pp. | $31
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