Sports By Nostradamus?

Here's me, yesterday:

"Unfortunately, as the Wolves have six of the first 50 picks this year (#5, #6, #18, #28, #45, #47), it's a foregone conclusion that they'll find a player who won't completely suck. Or is it? Here's my prediction for who they'll take with those picks:

#5: Charles Barkley
#6: J.D. from Scrubs
#18: Brett Favre
#28: Spencer and Heidi's baby
#45: Manny Being Manny
#47: Incredibly, Blake Griffin, as he falls all the way down to here due to signability concerns. (Griffin will shed tears of joy at finally being picked, then will confidently toss on his T-Wolves lid and proclaim himself a "Timberwolf for Life." Shortly thereafter, Minnesota will trade Griffin and their next 15 first-round picks to the Lakers for Adam Morrison.)"

What did the T-Wolves actually do? They used four out of those six picks on point guards. Four. Two of those four were taken with their back-to-back lottery picks. Hey Minnesota, want to add some small forward depth? Maybe get a little more size in the frontcourt? No, you're good with just taking four dudes that play the same position?

I guess the bottom line in this T-Wolves draft disaster is: I'm a fucking genius. For my next prediction, I say that the Dodgers make a four-way trade in which they give up Juan Pierre and get Roy Halladay, Johan Santana, and Albert Pujols. Watch it happen!