You notice Randy Foye said he found Kevin Garnett inspiring as a teammate? Then Garnett comes to town, and presumably spoke to Foye. Then Foye had an amazing game against the Pistons. Britt Robson on Foye: "... the Foye we saw the first 11 games of the season was almost shockingly incapable of demonstrating, let alone inspiring, confidence. Malingering defense, clanked jumpers and silly mental errors that seemed to increase in late-game pressure situations--really inexplicable stuff like too many steps after picking up his dribble, or tossing the ball right to an opponent after unnecessarily leaving his feet--gave one the impression that Foye was buckling. His affected indifference to his travails, or poker-faced claims that nothing was amiss, made him, depending upon how intently you studied and interpreted his charade, either a bad liar or terrified into denial. About the only times Wolves fans weren't aggravated with Foye was when the team's best player (Al Jefferson) and head coach (Randy Wittman) were tactlessly taking him to the woodshed, in a manner that felt like cheap scapegoating. As if Jefferson, and especially Wittman, weren't vulnerable to one of their pecking-order superiors pulling out a drawer-full of grievances on their miscues. Which is all a long ramp-up to saying that tonight (Sunday) was the best Foye has ever played in a Wolves uniform. His 14 assists topped his career high of 10, and could have reached at least 18--I counted four muffs on table-setting dishes, including the opening possession when he posted up Allen Iverson, drew the double team and set Jefferson up in perfect rhythm heading hoopward off his right hand on the opposite side."