Part of a Russian fairy tale is today’s thought: Go, not knowing where. Bring, not knowing what. The path is long, the way unknown. Since I don’t follow the NBA, can anybody tell me what year NBA GMs chose to stop drafting kids who can actually play the game–you know, kids who demonstrated through performance on the floor when the clock is running–for kids who may one day be able to play the game, if everything pans out perfectly? When did accomplishment and proof lose out to a twinkle in one’s eye? And when did the value of points, rebounds, assists–and other skill-based data in which the game is actually measured–get eclipsed by height and length and motor (but no discernible skill)? I’d like to know, becase I’m wagering there’s a correlation between that year and the year GMs began getting fired left and right. Admittedly, I don’t follow the NBA, but I can’t get past drafting a kid who played three inauspicious D-League games, and another who dominated the fierce competition in Qatar. This is especially salient after watching Jamie Skeen dominate two lottery picks on a big stage. Look, I can bite into the sweet organic Fuji apple in front of me right now, or I can wait until Monsanto sprays DDT all over the apple tree out back. The apple may be bigger and sweeter, or it could kill me. OK–off the soapbox. I’m just thrilled we’re a few days from not having to hear about the NBA and can focus on Why We Have It Better. Today, we simply wish our best to Jamie Skeen, Cam Long, Frank Hassell, Chase Allen, and every other ex-CAA player chasing his dream.

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