I don’t really have a lot to add to this other than the fact that I wanted all 17 of our readers to get their eyes on it. Markelle Fultz has a case of the yips that would make Rick Ankiel blush. I don’t even know how someone physically pulls this off without losing the ball or accidentally stepping over the free throw line. This is the type of juke-pump fake you give your friends in a game of 21 in the driveway to thwart their attempt to tip you in. Only this time it didn’t work and he missed. It’s just too bad nobody tipped him in and sent the Sixers back to zero (or 13, depending on your neighborhood’s rules).
Paging Commissioner Silver: Play the first half of the season with 21 rules. It’s not like anyone is trying anyway.
Dear God, please don’t let it be Lonzo Ball.
Last night, from 8-8:30 I was flipping between watching the Reds and Cubs slug it out, and ESPN’s coverage of the NBA Draft Lottery countdown. At 8:30, they were expected to begin announcing the draft order, so from that point on, I was locked in.
The Lakers had a chance to get any pick from 1-6, and only got to keep their pick if it was top 3. If they had received picks 4, 5 or 6, the selection would have gone to Philly as part of the Steve Nash trade from what feels like 19 years ago. Picks 14-7 were announced in reverse order, and when they got to picks 6, 5 and 4, my breath was held. Alas, I did not hear the Lakers name announced, and knew that we had secured a top 3 pick, and I could finally breathe a sigh of relief.