Tim Connelly, the new Timberwolves basketball boss, wants the NBA draft to be expanded from one to two days. This lapse in judgment might taint his entire career.
I will try to forgive him for this act of malice, but he will need to win about four championships.
The NBA draft is the worst night of sports in America. If the NBA draft were expanded to two nights, it would become worse, and longer, like following "Deuce Bigalow: Male Gigolo" with "Deuce Bigalow: European Gigolo" (Director's Cut).
This is why, on Thursday night, I chose poorly. I walked into the Courts at Mayo Clinic Square to cover the NBA draft. I should have walked across the street.
The options available Thursday night were:
- The NBA draft, which is a night of lying and obfuscation featuring mostly players who won't matter much in the league.
- The Lynx playing the Phoenix Mercury as Sylvia Fowles, one of the greatest basketball players of all time, returned from injury to face the always-annoying-yet-legendary Diana Taurasi.
I chose deception and pantomime over reality. I chose to wait until midnight to listen to Connelly tell us nothing, not even the names of the players he drafted, instead of watching actual basketball.
To be fair, Connelly did say that he drafted players he likes. You can't get that kind of insight before midnight.
Fowles played well, the Lynx won and are starting to look like a team that can make a push for the playoffs.