I love the NBA. I love the theatrics. I love the petty wars. I love the lack of defense and entire focus on chucking as many threes as humanly possible. I enjoy all of the off-season with the free agent rumors. The trade deadline is my third favorite basketball day of the year, and yes, I do very much love to argue LeBron v. Jordan.
But one day that tends to get over looked every year in all the excitement is the Draft Lottery Day. A day held within the year for ping pong balls to (supposedly) bounce where they may and decide the fates of thirty youngsters selected in the first round.