After the NBA withheld an invite to their combine from me - WRNL's own writer/technically draftable BJSwanny - last month, we took a stand against the league's discriminatory and talent-ist behavior.
After jumping through the NBA's hoops to declare myself eligible for the draft in May, my phone has been understandably ringing off the hook. From former coaches (my dad) to Cap City commissioners (my boss at the Y), all the way to tee times with Stu Nezlek (OK that was my friend, not me, but even my posse is hitting it big), the hype has almost been too much to handle.