Today is the sort of day that a professional beat writer for the Washington Wizards dreams about. Unfortunately, I don't have any connections to get a beat writer's reaction in this space, so an amateur blogger who happens to love the Wizards will have to do. The sporting world has a real knack for mixing in highs and lows to the point that you never really know what to think about anything. Today had a little of both for this intrepid reporter.
Throughout the train wreck that was the Wizards' season, there was always a thought in the back of my mind that it could at least result in the number one pick in the NBA draft. At the same time, a freshman at the University of Kentucky named John Wall was lighting up the country and being lauded as an elite level prospect and possibly a franchise changer. I would jokingly tell my fellow Wiz fans that this year would be worthwhile when John Wall was suiting up for us next year. Since my teams stink, though, I assumed it wouldn't actually happen. Some incredible ping pong balls and the infinitely superior karma of a beloved owner's widow over a Russian billionaire made the John Wall/Washington Wizards scenario a reality today. I yell at many sporting events happening on TV, but a nerd in a suit pulling a card out of an envelope isn't usually one of them. Nonetheless, I was the only person at the Copper Hog (the coolest place in Bellingham) cheering at the lottery. This is the beauty of sports. Events like drafts and draft lotteries make sure you have just enough hope that your team will come around. The hopeful fan in me is giddy tonight. The Wizards are drafting John Wall or Evan Turner. Both appear to be locks. Not even the Wizards can mess this one up.
On the other hand...
Once again, I am going to point out that this site is called "My Team Stinks". Of course the Wizards can mess this one up. They stink! They had a 10 percent chance of winning the draft lottery because they were horrendous last year. They were horrendous last year because the decision makers who build their roster are the sort of people who mess up draft picks. They were horrendous last year because their "best player" has a knee seemingly made out of tinker toys. Also, said "best player" is a total imbecile with a penchant for bringing guns in the locker room to settle card game disputes. Gilbert Arenas is not the sort of guy with whom you want your prized rookie sharing the back court. Lastly, need I mention that the last time the Wiz had the number one pick in the draft, they took a guy named Kwame Brown. Ruh roh.
I can confidently say that I no longer possess the ability to react to the events that surround my favorite teams rationally. I will always hope for the absolute best and look forward to a day when I can write about one of my teams winning a championship. Until that day, though, any good news is likely to be met with a tinge of pessimism while I wait for the other shoe to drop.
Nobody Beats the Wiz.
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