Sure, there was a real game in the NBA tonight. Yay, Heat. I don't care. My favorite televised for no good reason event in the NBA was also on. The announcing of the draft order for the lottery picks.
No screaming, drunk fans. No real sense of drama. Just a collection of suited guys either rolling their eyes, faking happiness, and the occasional fist pump, or handclap from the executive who is lucky enough to get #1.
And then you wait, you know, months, to find out who they pick. What a ridiculous televised event. Sadly, I missed it this year.
Luckily, the fine folks at Yahoo Sports don't have just the pick order, they have a new Mock Draft based on the new intel.
I don't know how good it is, though. I can certainly imagine a world where the Hawks take some big lanky Italian--that seems very much like a Hawk move. But I'd be shocked, shocked, shocked if the Timberwolves take Rudy Gay.
Everyone knows that if the Timbies want to hold on to Garnett, they have show him that they are going to surround him with credible players (and the Wolves record in the draft is such that no one believes that help will come in the draft) or some potential players that Garnett can be excited about helping him out in the paint.
And this Yahoo Draft has, just one position under Wolves, Patrick O'Bryant, a talented (though a bit raw) 7-footer who showed he can bang under the basket. Garnett has seen his share of big men who don't actually work around the basket. Or big guys would who love to, but simply aren't in the shape to do so. Ah, I miss Stanley Roberts.
I can't imagine a scenario in which the Timberwolves take Rudy Gay over Patrick O'Bryant, except for the one that is known affectionately by me as the Chicago Sportswriter Nocturnal Emission, wherein the Wolves trade Garnett to the Bulls for nothing. Just to be nice. Here ya' go, Chicago, ya fat bastahds.
Anyway, plenty of time to figure this one out. I'm very good at predicting free agent moves, you know. Jerks.
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