Well I wouldn't bet on it, but this can all still end up wildly entertaining, no doubt, despite the continued amateur-hour management & Trumpian obfuscation of truth under the auspices of the sporting world's most noxious owner-musician.
My personal preference in the candy store, since we are apparently going to buy rather than grow, and which will no doubt make Bo cringe, but won't happen — no worries — is for landing a Kawhi/Boogie combo. A nice marriage of introvert/extrovert. The best all-rounder of the crop, a guy who can proven bring it in the final round, and then, despite his ludicrous flaws, an amazingly multi-talented true big, something I can't help but always have a soft spot for. Kyrie? He is just turning out to be so flaked. Davis? So dull. Durant? Was never impressed with end-game when it counted at OKC though maybe he's learned something with the Warriors. We seem to have the necessary young jackrabbit scoring guards to mix in (or, should it be preferred in such a line-up, our much-maligned French defender in the making)
The draft pick? Well, you throw in Zion of course and it all becomes extra-delicious, but I'm not counting on that. The lottery is really just a carnival crane claw machine what with the new odds.