"With the 2nd pick in the 2016 NBA draft, the Philadelphia 76ers select..." Devon Miller from LSU. The crowed went BONKERZ!! Devon was one of the best power forwards out of college. He knew how to post up very well, he was big, and he could shoot from inside. But his reaction to being drafted was entirely different from Isaacs. Devon didn't get up right away. He stood there frozen. Almost like it didn't matter. His family looked at him oddly. He then got up very slowly and walked his way towards the platform. It was almost like he was possessed. He went up there, got drafted and left. It was very strange to say the least. At this point I didn't really care how low I got drafted, I just cared the I got drafted. After the 2 draft, my mom looked at me and said, "I know you thought you were going to go number 1 or 2, but you still are going to get drafted high." "I know mom, its just the dream of going number 1 that made me so angry." My mom knew me so well, I didn't even to tell her that I was angry and she still knew. That was the kind of connection we had. Me and my mom. I all of a sudden shook that feeling from my stomach, and I turned it in to confidence. My mom reassured me. I all of a sudden had this feeling. I could not express it in any way. It was a feeling I had never felt before. All of a sudden, the next draft pick came up. And what happened next would change my life for ever.
