Abe:
Folks, it’s a gorgeous June Tuesday, just after noon here in New York City, so what better way to spend my time than indoors, worrying about decisions a basketball team that hasn’t played in two months will make, and which I have absolutely no control over? It’s time for the draft, which as we’ve previously covered, is a kind of specialty of mine, kind of my thing. But I’ve brought someone over to my corner. You know him, you love him, he’s the Michael Redd to my Scoonie Penn, the Morris Peterson to my Mateen Cleaves, Jayson Buford.