I was in a plane on NBA Draft Lottery night. My wife and I were taking a once-in-a-lifetime trip to Japan to celebrate our 10th wedding anniversary. It was the trip we’d always wanted to take. But it fell on the most important night of the year for the Pistons.
I had decided I was going to be fine. Maybe the flight would have live broadcast TV, and if not, I would bite the bullet and spend whatever ungodly amount they were charging for wifi.
As the lottery was approaching, I submitted my credit card info.