Wednesday, May 18, 2011
Relax, it's not another mopey faux-artiste post & the crowd goes wild. Was foggy during this morn's wheelie bus wait, but the unauthorized assembly of suspended water drops is the future of our beloved Cadavaliers, now sporting the fourth &, thanks to Tyche criminally fleecing the Donald Sterlings (Our Rasputin's a tradable commodity you have my permission to execute me for the econ talk & it's the future King of Cleveland's loot not mine) the first.
As the young people say, huh?
Two picks IN the Top FOUR yOU can't screw ThiS UP!
I've already made clear my slight disdain for choosing a guy with eleven college games under his belt, though in the interest of full disclosure I really fucking loathe Duke, but the idea of point being a strength (Razor Ramon!) is moot since the czarist cult's not long for this sordid little hunk of rust unless he mopes more than I & what are the odds of that (Avogadro's number) & 19-63 is nyet position to base things on need, like a wing player, thanks for going back to school Harrison Barnes everyone loves fat loot you should too, fucking doofus.
Anyway, Irving's not chopped goose liver of course & perhaps he can superstar surprise, but what's not a surprise is that the Cavs are going to call his name. Being rabbit quick with defenses no longer able to slap silly is a marble check mark in his favor in a draft devoid of a Tim Duncan or Chris Paul maybe I simply hate Duke, yeah, that's probably it.
First & fourth is better than no pick & Jiri Welsch.
Now I feel like moping.