Everyone says the NBA Draft is usually the worst-dressed night in pro sports. I was expecting insanity, and what I got was… some bow ties, rogue sleeves, a couple jackets that don’t close… That’s not NBA-level crazy; that’s barbershop quartet tomfoolery. Which is not to say that it was a parade of glory, but seriously, what happened? Did some enemy of fun step in and try to tone down the madness? BOO, sir or madam. BOO.