The NBA draft is a special time in the Summer when you get to see college athletes have their dreams realized, only to see them go up in flames when they are drafted by the Thunder.Then you got to see the awkward silence and looks of despair on the faces of 19 year olds who thought they were "Ballin'," only to find themselves drop well into the second round. As a person who feeds off of human misery, I enjoy this greatly. Plus, where else are you going to see that man-troll David Stern jabbering back and forth with ol' cross eyes, Stewart Scott. Boo-yah.
Then again, it is the only game in town when it comes to sports, well, it's either the draft or a riveting match-ups of interleague play (Who isn't excited about Baltimore-Florida?). Honestly, there really isn't much to do, besides seeing what player your NBA team will be sending to the D-League, never to be heard from again.
Then again, the Draft does have its moments. Who could forget about the fix that got Ewing to be a Knick or the coked-up class of 1986. Or best yet, Sam Bowie, the rancid meat in between the Olajuwon and Jordan sandwich and giving the Blazers an excuse for a good 20 years.
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