Berley Unleashed: Wolves Annihilate Lakers, and Pat Bev Can’t Stay Silent
The smoke hadn’t even cleared from the Target Center when Patrick Beverley—former Timberwolf, eternal instigator—grabbed the mic and lit the NBA world on fire. The Minnesota Timberwolves didn’t just beat the Los Angeles Lakers—they dismantled them, dragged them, and buried them in a blowout so brutal, it sent tremors through the Western Conference. Final score? Irrelevant. The message? Unmistakable.
And Pat Bev, the NBA’s most unapologetic trash talker, couldn’t help but stir the pot.
“They finally playin’ how they s’posed to,” Beverley said in a fiery post on social media. “Energy. Defense. Grit. All that. Where was that when we needed it?” A shot? A salute? Maybe both. But one thing is clear—when Minnesota smacked LeBron and the Lakers into submission, Beverley was watching, grinning, and loaded with receipts.
Let’s not forget—Beverley was the emotional heartbeat of the Wolves during their dramatic 2022 playoff push, famously standing on the scorer’s table after a play-in win like he’d just won Game 7 of the Finals. And though his stint in purple and gold was forgettable, his passion for the game—and his distaste for how the Lakers handled it—remains scorching.
So when the Timberwolves turned the lights out on L.A. with a dominant two-way performance, you just knew Beverley was going to say something. This wasn’t just a game. It was a reckoning.
Anthony Edwards played like a man possessed, slicing through defenders and barking like the alpha he’s become. Karl-Anthony Towns imposed his will in the paint. And Jaden McDaniels? A defensive phantom, haunting the Lakers’ every move. From start to finish, it wasn’t a battle—it was a demolition.
Beverley’s reaction wasn’t just about the scoreboard. It was about validation. About watching a team he once poured blood and sweat into finally act like contenders—hungry, disciplined, ruthless. His comments were a shot of adrenaline into an already electric atmosphere. He was the echo of every Timberwolves fan who’s waited years for a moment like this.
“I told y’all Ant was that guy,” Beverley continued. “They finally lettin’ him cook. That boy got ice in his veins.”
The Lakers, meanwhile, looked dazed. LeBron James seemed disconnected. The energy was flat. The chemistry, off. Minnesota smelled blood and never stopped swinging.
Now, the Western Conference looks different. The Wolves aren’t cute underdogs anymore. They’re predators. Dangerous
