When I saw the Mavericks card get held up this time last year, getting announced as having the fifth pick in the draft, I threw our remote hard at the ground. It didn’t break, but I wanted it to.
That was one of the rare times I had gotten legitimately mad about the Mavericks since 2011, when I started at Mavs Moneyball. It was nice, in an odd way. I still felt feelings. Nasty feelings, but feelings nonetheless.
When I saw the Hawks icon flash on the TV screen at the number 10 spot, meaning the Mavericks were conveying the pick from the Luka Doncic trade, I finished slurping up the tortellini my wife made for dinner and kinda shrugged.