There’s a special kind of silence that descends on a crowd when hope has been mugged in plain sight. The Timberwolves weren’t just visiting Chase Center for Game 4—they were there to rob the Warriors of momentum, confidence, and maybe even a little dignity. And Anthony Edwards? He was the smooth criminal.

It wasn’t just the buckets or the buzzer-beating dagger that made a woman in crutches wearing a Warriors’ tee throw her head back in agony like she’d been hit by the shot herself. It was the sound, an ambient collapse of 18,000 hearts breaking at once, that turned Anthony Edwards into the cruelest kind of artist.

“Oh, just satisfaction. Just the best satisfaction ever,” Edwards said post-game, eyes gleaming (I mean, behind those glasses, they were for sure gleaming), when asked how it felt to hear the “pain in the crowd” when on the road. Imagine being that calm while your opponents are metaphorically bleeding out. Cold-blooded doesn’t even begin to cover it.

The moment?

2 seconds left in halftime. The Warriors fighting, clawing, gasping for breath. Then Edwards crosses over Gary Payton II like the court was buttered. Fakes. Steps back. Cashes in a three-point check that bounced Golden State right out of hope. That single play wasn’t just a bucket. It was the exclamation point at the end of a masterclass in destruction. Edwards finished with 30 points, 4 rebounds, and a devilish grin, leading the Timberwolves to a 117-110 win and a 3-1 series lead over the Warriors. But the real story?

It starts off the court.

How Anthony Edwards turned pain into power in game 4 vs the Warriors

Edwards has never been shy about his gifts, but he’s just as candid about his struggles. During the same presser, he gave credit where it was due—Chris Hines, the Timberwolves’ assistant coach and low-key basketball savant. “It’s super important ‘cause, I mean he’s a—he’s a psycho, man,” Edwards said, chuckling. “He breaks stuff down in ways that I’ve never seen before. And it helps me, man, ‘cause I be struggling sometimes and then he come bring me some film. He’s like, ‘You gotta do this.’”

That’s the part fans don’t see. The late-night practices. The film sessions when everyone else is asleep. Edwards may look like he’s winging it on the court, but behind the scenes, he’s grinding—with a mad scientist as his mentor. “He never gives me too much credit,” Edwards added. “So I appreciate him, for sure.”

You want to talk growth? Talk about a 23-year-old phenom, hailed as the next face of the league, acknowledging he doesn’t know everything. Talk about a star who doesn’t just train his body, but his brain. Hines might not be on the highlight reels, but he’s in every shot Edwards takes.

This isn’t just Edwards doing Edwards things. He’s learning how to read defenses like novels. He’s breaking traps, not just with skill but with anticipation. That third-quarter run? It wasn’t just momentum. It was method. And if you ask the Timberwolves, that’s not just growth. That’s transformation. What Edwards is becoming is the guy you build dynasties around. A leader who can kill your opponent and smile doing it. A student who’s willing to be coached, and a killer who hears your home crowd’s pain as music. That’s a rare breed. The MJ kind. The Kobe kind.

The Warriors are on the ropes, plain and simple. Down 3-1, facing elimination, and now dealing with an Anthony Edwards who isn’t just feeling himself—he’s feeding off you. If you’re Golden State, the nightmare isn’t just that Edwards dropped 36. It’s that he looked like he could’ve gone for 50. And he wanted to.

The Timberwolves are knocking on the door of the Western Conference Finals, and Edwards is holding the battering ram. The scariest part? He’s not doing this alone. Randle is anchoring the paint. Rudy Gobert is swatting hopes and dreams. And the bench is playing like they’ve got stock in chaos.

Clearly, Minnesota isn’t just winning. They’re muting legends. And leading the symphony of heartbreak is Anthony Edwards—hungry, humble, and horrifying. So yeah, you might want to turn the volume down on your TV next game. But don’t worry. Anthony Edwards will make sure you hear him, anyway.