The excitement. The drama. The picks. The trades. The genius. The idiocy. The uncomfortable interviews. The hilarious entourages. The gut-wrenching Green Room. The suits designed by Stevie Wonder on LSD. My God, the UPSIDE!
Ladies and gents, its the NBA Draft. And if youre a sports fan, theres nothing like it.
Its not drawn out over four Chris Berman-burdened days like in the NFL. Its not jam-packed with hundreds of high schoolers who will never make it or wont be heard from for years like in baseball and hockey. Its one night, two rounds, 60 players all looking to make an immediate impact. All ready to realize a lifelong dream, and change the course of their lives and this game as we know it.
OK, maybe thats an overstatement, but who cares? Especially since for the first time in a long time, Celtics fans dont have to live vicariously through the excitement of others.
Lets face it: Its been a while since weve had reason to get excited about the draft here in Boston. That's what happens when you have great teams, with few needs and crappy draft positions; when the immediate future of your franchise is already set in stone.
But this year is different. Regardless of what happens with Kevin Garnett, the future of the Celtics is cloudier than it's been since Draft Day 2007. Sure, the page hasn't entirely turned on this era of excellence (although KG could change that), but it's getting close. Throw in Boston's two first rounds picks and a draft class that's deeper than Michael Sweetney's belly button, and we're all expecting the Celtics to make some noise.
How, and with whom? Your guess is as good as mine. You've heard the same names, watched the same highlights and scoured the same mock drafts: Royce White. Jared Sullinger. Andrew Nicholson. Terrence Jones. Fab Melo. Quincy Miller. Jared Cunningham. Tyler Zeller (Oooh! I like that kid, says every Celtics fan over 45). Acie Earl. Joe Forte. They're all on the Celtics radar. They all might help in some way, shape or form. Then again, they all might be off the board by the time Celtics pick. In a way, that takes some of the wind out of our sails. But on the other hand, it just adds to excitement.
That as much as you and I and everyone outside of the Celtics war room will spend the next eight hours trying to makes sense of what might happen, we just don't know. And on top of that, the Celtics don't know either. They can fall in love with as many players as they want. They can make promises or not make promises or build a high-speed bus to cruise Royce White around the country. No matter who the Celtics want, if one of 17 teams Houston, NO and Portland all have multiple picks before Boston want him first than the C's are SOL. It's a scary proposition, but creates so much anticipation. It will leave us at home, on the couch, remote in hand, slamming on the fast-forward button, just begging for a way to make it all happen faster.
And then there are trades. We haven't even talked about trades! With the Celtics there will always be trades, or at least rumors of trades. When you consider Danny's pension for wheeling and dealing, and Doc's proven reluctance to rely on younger players, there's nothing close to a guarantee that the Celtics stay where they are in the draft. Adrian Wojnarowski is already reporting that Boston's aggressively trying to move up into the lottery and turn the potential for two quality young players into one big time baller. And the reports won't stop there. We'll be hearing rumors right up until the moment David Stern creeps up to the podium for the 22nd time.
It's going to be chaos.
It's going be awesome.
Despite months of preparation, and weeks of speculation, for two-plus hours we'll watch the Celtics future unfold, unscripted and in real time. No doubt the results will leave us talking to tomorrow, and will be felt for years to come.
It's the NBA Draft. It's time to get excited.