Not to be overly dramatic, but the Draft Lottery could not have gone any worse for the Toronto Raptors. Like, what the actual [expletive] was that?
For my sanity and well-being, I did not watch the lottery live. Well, in all honesty, it was one of my best friends’ birthdays, and he planned a dinner, so I was occupied. I assumed the Raptors would hold par at pick No. 7 and be done with it, so there I was, sipping too much wine than is probably acceptable for a Monday night while other Raptors fans experienced the crash out of the century.