The NBA Draft is on the horizon. June 25 is when everything shakes loose. Names will be called, young men will stroll across that stage, slap on a hat they didn’t pick, and shake the hand of a commissioner they’ll likely never speak to again.
It’s a seminal moment. The culmination of a lifelong obsession packaged neatly into a 30-second handshake and a photo op under blinding lights. And then, like clockwork, they’ll be ushered backstage and peppered with the same assembly line questions we’ve heard a thousand times before.
“What does it feel like?