The Jazz draftroom reminds me of the Heavan's Gate cult. White shirts and black shoes. I think I even saw someone laying down in the corner with a black blanket over their torso.
Here goes Wheeler for the third straight draft -- breaking in to tell the audience absolutely nothing of substance.
",Guys, I can hear activity in the war room, and people are talking!! Sounds like something's happening!!"
Woah. Thompson! That's ... interesting. A tribute to quantitative analysis? No vote of confidence for Hickson, that's for sure... Ed O.