It’s finally here. The wait is over. We have suffered through a year of Zach Randolph-led tanking, watched other teams compete in the playoffs for the last two months, and our lungs are blackened from the unrelenting smokescreens that we have endured in the 37 days after the draft lottery. Kings fans have doubled up their high-blood pressure medication, invested in copious amounts of Rogaine from all of the gray hairs that have sprouted, and our family lives rest in shambles due to the constant stress of this pick.
Remember when we thought moving up five spots would be fun?