How’s your Shabazz hangover? I’m still somewhere between sitting back and watching it all burn and glumly admitting it doesn’t really matter all that much, probably never did in the first place.
I say it never mattered because unless Kentavious Caldwell-Pope was there at #9 or the crazy game of jumble the draft turned into didn’t actually happen — the Derrick Williams, #9 and #26 trade was a long shot anyway — and the ‘what Randy Foye was supposed to be’ player comparisons actually would have had me squinting on my way to pulling the trigger on C.J. McCollum, too.
As it is, I’m concerned Shabazz was the pick at #14 and not, you know, the best shooter still available on the board. (Karasev!) The defeatist in all of us (Wolves fans) will look at the trading down and see the disappointment they weren’t trading up and hate everything, the people who appreciate the progression of statistical evidence becoming common sense will wring their hands that Flip is dragging us back to the stone age.
I’m somewhere in-between. I can’t stand anything about Shabazz’ game, but I am willing to step back and appreciate the Wolves were drafting in Rashad McCants territory for a guy who will have a similar job description — namely: get buckets. If that’s all it takes for Shabazz to be a reasonably successful pick. Who knows? His M.O. could fit his job description and this could work out so-so.
I’m not willing to call it a success.