Last night the Knicks had their highest draft pick since 1985. But the draft has experienced cancerous growth since those simpler times. The selection of players is almost secondary to the hype and hoopla, the drama, the fashion, the punditry, and a growing unease with the industry buying out young men’s career agency because “that’s what we’ve always done and they can love it or leave it.” Who can forget Zach LaVine’s “Fuck me” after being chosen by Minnesota?
Consider this collection of thoughts one little malignant cell rooted in the spectacle. Let’s diary!