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A bird pooped on me as I walked home yesterday, and I took at as a sign.  It was the day of the NBA Draft Lottery, where Sacramento had the best odds of getting on the Blake Griffin Express, and I needed all the luck I could get.  I took my throwback Kings jerseys out of the closet and laid them out across my bed, hoping to create a positive vibe.  But I knew it wasn't happening from the moment I saw Chris Webber's fake smile seconds before the results were announced.  The Kings had a 50% chance of getting one of the first two picks, and ended up drawing number four. 

I didn't want to talk about it today and ignored the NBA headlines.  But when I finally let out my frustration, I made it into the Bill Simmons' ESPN Chat for the third time in my life (see here and here).  Witness my favorite sportswriter crushing my dreams:  

Alex K. (NYC): So a Webber-led Kings team came up short when it mattered most...again. As a Sac fan, it pains me to no end to write this. PLEASE tell me there's hope.

 Bill Simmons: (12:57 PM ET ) (Searching for something positive to say)

Shockingly, I don't feel any better.  Okay, maybe a little...