A rather pessimistic article.The Raptors move nowhere, with little chance of getting better, little chance of getting worse.
They are not terrible enough to be assured of a lottery pick in this year's draft.
They are not good enough to make the playoffs.
They are just there, the NBA's version of the existential, not heading in any conceivable direction; trapped on the road to mediocrity.
The trouble is, before the Raptors can even pretend to get better they're going to have to get a whole lot worse. That is the dreadful flaw of this season. Unable to determine whether they were building for the future or shooting for a playoff spot, the Raptors managed neither.
For that, they will pay a rather large price.
If the season ended today and the ping pong balls didn't fall their way, which they never do, they would draft eighth and 15th in the first round, the second pick becoming the first tangible piece of the Vince Carter trade -- which is beginning to make the Native's deal for Manhattan appear equitable.
As of today, it is Carter for nothing.
By the summer, it could end up as Carter for a No. 15 who well could turn out to be nothing.