Congratulations to our Kentucky friends on the National Championship on Monday. You bring us into the new era of one and done’s actually winning the last game of the college hoops season, or so saith most of the sports media world who never use hyperbole to embellish a story. For that, you may have a truely lasting legacy. (You know, something Kentucky is weak on in the college hoops department)
I was watching the game with great hopes that Cavalier’s GM Dan Gilbert’s son, Nick, works his draft mojo again and we win the great privileged to draft the Brow. Anthony Davis’s ceiling is as high as any draft candidates since Lebron and his defense in the paint is as thick as the strip of hair betwixt his eyes. He would truly be incredible to watch blossom alongside Swirving Irving, and the Cavs would cement their status as OKC 2.0.
That is pretty much the only solace to be taken from the rest of the Cavaliers injury ridden spectacle of a season, that their futility results in lottery balls bouncing their way and the selection of Anthony Davis. If that comes to fruition, surely they will refute Aaron’s likeness between watching Cleveland sports and drinking a Miller or Bud. After watching the last 8 game losing streak, I can affirm he is currently correct that “If you try to sit through a full one, it will normally end up more painful than enjoyable”. Anthony Davis would immediately cleanse that cheap beer aftertaste and put us on that Gulden Draak plateau of delicacies, a robust product that leaves the refined pallet satisfied, with intoxicating results.
To the Draft, until then I’ll be sipping from the draft trying to forget that I ever knew who Lester Hudson was.