During the dark ages between The Decision and The Letter, the NBA Draft was an annual basketballoday for Cavs fans. The brutal regional season that had commenced a few months prior and hope for a better future met at a crossroad on a warm June night. Hell, I used to plan Mancations around the event itself. The last of which was a trip in 2014 to Phoenix to catch the Tribe series against the Diamondbacks, drink a bottle of Patron in a pool, and watch the Cavs draft Andrew Wiggins at #1.
The Cavs enter the draft for a second straight year without a selection, but Dan Gilbert opened up his generous wallet to the tune of $2.