And since we still have a few knuckleheads around, we need someone with the toughness and maturity to protect our man from both opponents and the destructive forces on our own roster.
We could also use a guy who can bring some excitement, play hard defense, run the break, block shots, get in the passing lanes, be a part of many different lineups and generally take care of the dirty work no one else we have is willing to do.
We would be lucky to find a player like with the last pick of the first round - the David Stern round - that can do some of these things, but to get a guy who can play a lot of minutes and do all of them is just blind fortune.
So the commissioner announces that we select Trevor Booker, and after he does he quietly disappears into the night, returning to the lair from whence he came. When will he emerge again? We don't know. But he won't be stopped until he has achieved world domination, and absolutely no one will be surprised.
Now, here's that pasty, no talent Adam Silver to ruin the second round once again. Booooooooooooooooo!!!!!!
Trevor Booker, and the only guns he needs.