have you ever gotten the feeling that the universe is against you? that little eyes are in the woodwork, watching, little mouths smirking at each failure? the gods conspiring to inflict torment after torment upon you, raising your hopes and then crushing them down like a smashed egg and sucking up all the juicy bits that were once pieces of your soul? an army of david sterns plotting against you in some smoky suite while munching on pate and caviar in manhattan?
that's what it felt like watching this draft. especially seeing my boy deyonta davis slip spot after spot, hour after hour, until we finally nabbed him at #31... then promptly traded him away to purgatory in tennessee.
is this a first-world type crisis? sure. will i be alive and healthy tomorrow? most likely.
but it sucks, bad.
i hope ainge knows what he's doing.