I admit it. At 8 p.m. Tuesday, I was thinking, “This is the night Atlanta’s luck changes.” Fifty minutes later, my mood was a bit darker. “New Orleans? Are you KIDDING me? They got the last truly great No. 1 pick, and he wants out! They deserve Zion?”
It’s now 8:57. I’ve calmed down a bit. And now I’m willing to make like Will Munny in Clint Eastwood’s “Unforgiven” and concede: Deserve’s got nothing to do with it. This was the lottery. The lottery comes down to chance.
Especially now. This was the first anti-tank NBA lottery, and we saw the difference.