One of the best things about sports is that they are a meritocracy. While there are extraneous human elements that creep in through officiating decisions and the like, you generally get what you earn.
On the basketball court, on the baseball and football fields, on the ice, on the golf course, success is decided in front of thousands by performance.
Except tonight.
The NBA will once again hold its draft lottery, and the fate of franchises will be decided by the order in which combinations of ping pong balls are burped from a machine in New York.