Second City: Wolves land the number two pick
Well the draft lottery was hard to watch and not really because of any smoldering tension or desperate hope that the Wolves might land the number one pick. It was tough to watch the network’s attempts to manufacture suspense with their endless teasers and makeshift narratives; it was tough to watch the nervous, serious men; it was tough to watch Kevin Johnson and Gavin Maloof smile so big and wide; it was tough to watch David Kahn be pale and awkward; and it was tough to watch Dan Gilbert’s 14-year-old son be processed into a Story of Courage in The Face of Adversity right before our very eyes (although I guess you can’t really blame TV for indulging in all the manipulative heartwarmth; its what TV does).
Finally, it was a bit hard to stomach the manufactured optimism and the televised sheen of the whole thing. We Wolves’ fans know the truth. We know that for the majority of the teams on the podium, this lottery will not mean much at all.
Nonetheless, for a queezy, hilarious moment, it looked like the Wolves might find themselves with that number one pick after all and the unenviable task of having to do all of the following: 1) acquire a really good basketball player, 2) appease a Spanish teenager, possibly by 2a) trading the first pick in the draft while still 2b) not alienating their entire fan base and 3) avoiding showing the entire rest of the league all their cards. Given the team’s track record, I can’t say I was hopeful about this working out, but I was surely amused by the idea of watching them try.
Now, though, we’re face with a different situation. The second pick is a strange country, equally capable of producing Kevin Durant, Michael Beasley and Hasheem Thabeet. Derrick Williams, by all accounts a pretty good player (although I must confess that I have seen him play a total of one half of one game) appears to be close to the consensus choice. Of course, he does happen to play the same position as Kevin Love and B-Easy himself, depending on whom you ask. I will not pretend to have any clue what the Wolves will do, but I will say this: they desperately need to get a very, very good player out of it all. And I really don’t care who it is.