The Minnesota Timberwolves are loud. Not in the brash, look-at-me sense, but in the way young, energetic, and fearless teams can be when they know they’re good — and are starting to believe they could be great. The high-flying dunks, the jawing, the swagger of Anthony Edwards, the intensity of Jaden McDaniels, the dominance of Rudy Gobert, Naz Reid and Julius Randle — this team plays like a powder keg.
But at the center of that storm is Mike Conley Jr.
Soft-spoken but sharp. Measured but unshakable. At 37, Conley is the Timberwolves’ compass — the veteran point guard with playoff scars, poise under pressure, and a basketball IQ that helps hold the locker room together. While most of the NBA marvels at Minnesota’s youth and their future, Conley has quietly become the heart of its equilibrium.
And that presence? It’s not an act. It’s who he’s always been.
“The old soul, I think it’s… well, I’m the oldest in the family, oldest child,” Conley told me.
“We hang out with a lot of older people and you listen to the 80’s music, and you can gather that live growing up and I think that’s where you just get mature real quick and you felt like that you’ve been here and done everything—and that’s kind of like where I’ve been and got my roots from.”
That old-soul energy is tangible when you watch him play. He’s never in a rush. He’s never rattled. He’s not trying to go viral. And that calm becomes contagious on a team full of players with talent.
“I think that it translates pretty well,” he said when I asked how his age and experience translate to a locker room this young.
“They’re extremely young and they have this energy that’s super green — like, they see the world through a different lens and they’re just go, go, go and I have to settle ‘em down and bring ‘em back to reality and tell ‘em the truth about things. However hard it may sound or however real it is, it’s the real truth and I’m the perfect balance for this team.”
That balance was tested in full during this year’s playoff run — particularly in the series against the Golden State Warriors.
Facing Steph Curry, Draymond Green and Jimmy Butler isn’t just a basketball challenge; it’s a mental one.
Beating Golden State means beating one of the smartest, most decorated teams of the past decade. It means maturing on command.
“That was very tough,” Conley recalled.
“They got a really well-oiled machine. They’re a championship DNA team; they got a lot of guys that have been there and done that and it forces you to have to mature right in front of everybody. You have to grow up right in front of everybody and so, it makes them a tough team to beat. And for us to grow on the fly—our young guys grow on the fly—it was necessary, and I was just proud of the way they handled it.”
One of those young guys is Anthony Edwards — a walking highlight reel who seems to get stronger, smarter, and more dangerous with every game.
Ant has emerged as one of the league’s brightest stars, and he’s quickly become the face of the Wolves. So I had to ask Conley — who’s seen plenty of rising stars come and go — who does Ant remind him of?
“Honestly, I think his game is more like a D-Wade mix with a… I don’t know of another player because I think the other player is just himself,” Conley said.
“So it’s like it’s Ant all to himself and it’s D-Wade, you know? Because his body and the way he gets in the paint, wiggle around in there being unbalanced and finishing and defending the rim.”
That “wiggle,” as Conley calls it, is what separates Edwards from the pack. But it’s Conley who helps give Ant — and the rest of this young core — the structure to flourish. His voice, his spacing, his ability to run a team without needing to dominate the ball — that’s the connective tissue that makes Minnesota more than just a highlight factory.
And even as he closes in on two decades in the league, Mike Conley Jr. is still thinking about what’s next. Not just the next game, next series — but the next chapter. LeBron James is still going in year 21. Chris Paul, too. So I asked him: does he see himself playing into his 40s?
“I could honestly if my body holds up,” he said, candid as always.
“I’m moving great. Do I want to? If we win one here or there and win a championship it might be easier for me to hang ‘em up in a couple of years. But if we don’t, I’ll still be out here trying to chase my dream, so we gotta see how it goes.”
There’s no roadmap for aging gracefully in the NBA — but if there were, Mike Conley’s face would be on it. Still productive. Still poised. Still mentoring. Still chasing something.
And that’s what makes this Minnesota team so dangerous. They’ve got the legs to run, the stars to shine, and the mindset — thanks to their veteran point guard — to weather whatever comes next.
Mike Conley Jr. may be the old soul in the room. But don’t get it twisted — he’s still got plenty of game left.
