The door has officially been closed on the 2017-18 season for the Chicago Bulls, and the word that most comes to mind is “unfulfilling.”
Or maybe even “indistinguishable.”
Draft night was supposed to be a culmination of a painful seven-month stretch that only had occasional yet costly moments of light.
Death lineup? Meet Death March. And Death April, while we’re at it.
The Bulls brass sold everyone on a full rebuild after trading Jimmy Butler one year ago, with an unspoken promise that this draft would bear franchise-changing fruit—hence the general feeling of angst or even indifference with the solid selection of Wendell Carter Jr.