The NBA Draft is the most hopeful day of the year. Your team could draft a transcendent star and return to championship glory. More likely they’ll pick some dude who will be playing in Kazakhstan as soon as his rookie contract is up, but even the slightest sliver of mystery makes the draft continually compelling. It’s all about the possibility.
The draft is a great theater of rumors and deals, but also of ignorant, young interpretations of men’s suiting. And we all know how down the NBA is with fashion! Most of the talk about draft day style is about clowning on these kids. But hey man, they likely just went from pretty poor to pretty rich in an instant. If there ever was an occasion to ball out ridiculous, the draft is that time and place for such epic tomfoolery. It’s a motherfucking celebration.