It’s like going to Shake Shack and not getting a burger. Oddly enough, this was the first sentence that came to mind when coming to terms with my Kevin Knox folly.
Like many, I was smitten with Mikal Bridges. Bridges was an analytics snob’s dream and a safe pick.
An efficient shooter, both off the dribble, coming off screens, and from the free-throw line, Bridges’ projection as an above average marksman was a no-brainer.
In addition, Bridges’ length, defensive tenacity, and background as a key contributor to a winning program gave all the justification needed to name my first born Mikal.