
With all the excitement of a
lead-in to Jeopardy! the NBA Draft Lottery takes place tonight. It is always a
glorious event. Where else can we watch the usually cocksure (and by “cocksure”
I mean oblivious) NBA executives sweat through their suits and smile nervously
while clutching some sort of lucky charm — like a lion’s tooth or gypsy tears or
something — knowing that some stupid Ping Pong balls could savage their
respective careers. Only in the NBA could this become not only a relevant event,