Chew Through Face
Ever heard of excited? None of that around here. Everyone I know is scared. Shit is crazy, rumors are closer than usual to reification, the entire first round could collapse on itself, Michael Beasley might end up starting for the North Korean national team. This shirt of him is all I want for Sunday.
In case you're interested in spending the draft with FreeDarko: I'll be live-blogging at Deadspin, but it won't be on of those where you can talk back. The Recluse, Ty Keenan, Carter Blanchard, Krolik, and yes, Billups, will be chatting amongst themselves, posting an edited transcript shortly after things wrap up. You should feel free to use this as an open thread if you want to talk amongst yourselves as things transpire.
Like we could start now by mourning the death of the Beasley/Durant dream. Or you could peep out the first serious mock I've done, where Chris Littmann and I figured out what a structural mess this draft is. Echoing the Ford/Simmons "everyone is drafting in the wrong place." That's why things are going to absolutely go nuts at some point.
Get ready or you may never be the same again. Even more so than you won't already anyway.
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