He's alive! I knew it. Well, I suspected it, anyway.
For the first two years of his NBA career, Rasho Nesterovic seemed to be made up of circuit boards and microprocessors. The Timberwolves center would lope onto the court and go about his business in mechanical fashion, never changing expression.

Sometimes he'd puff out his cheeks, a signal that he was exerting effort. Sometimes he'd blink, a signal that he had just absorbed a wicked blow. Otherwise, it was as if he had motor oil coursing through his body and digital impulses running through his brain.

"Starship Enterprise to Mr. Data ... Come in Data ..."

"Danger, Will Robinson! Danger!"

"Hurry along, R2D2, or we'll be late again."

OK, I'll stop.

Anyway, this is changing. For example, in the third quarter of Saturday evening's rout of the Atlanta Hawks, Nesterovic was whistled for a foul. It was a questionable call. Rasho's eyes grew wide as he looked at the referee in disbelief. Then he let go with a ... let's just say he hollered a bad word.