At this point, it’s just sad. You can’t even be upset or ticked off anymore. Sorrow is the only emotion left.
Soon Noa Essengue, 18, is going to slide himself into a Bulls uniform, all 6-9, 198 pounds of him. He’ll look confident as well as lost. We’ll look at him with empathy and sympathy, saying internally: “Young man, we’re so happy you met your dream by making it to the NBA, but we only wish we coulda holla’d at you to warn you before they called your name at the 12th pick.”
The “Ace Bailey” plan might not have been a bad option for Essengue to play if we think about it, anything to avoid landing here.