My great-grandfather used to urge my family members to buy lottery tickets. He'd always say, "It only takes one ticket to win."
Well, 1.7 percent has got to be roughly equivalent to one lottery ticket.
But that wasn't supposed to happen. Brad and I were going to write a bunch of draft profiles for Nik Stauskas, Doug McDermott, Aaron Gordon, and Dario Saric. We were even going to dig up footage of Saric. That's what was going to happen.
Then that happened. Then the Cavs won the number one overall pick.
They had a 1.7 percent chance of doing it. They weren't supposed to do it. My 60 year old father made a noise akin to whale's mating call when it was announced. I may have run a lap through my house. I may have high fived a stranger, after I ran outside. I may have done a two-step shuffle.
The Cleveland Cavaliers have the number one overall pick.
They will probably choose between Embiid, Wiggins, and Parker.
In a sense, this means that last year's Anthony Bennett pick worked out. Without him we would never have missed the playoffs. We would never have bottomed out and felt emotionally bankrupt. We would have scraped into the eighth seed and probably have lost (in the second round).
So thank you Anthony Bennett (now, please get better). And thank you Mike Brown. Firing you clearly reset our karma. Letting you stay on as long as we did kept us in the draft.
Alright. Enough giddy, senseless writing. Who do you guys want? This could be the beginning of one insane off-season.