The camera panned to Roy.
Dressed in a pinstripe suit, he was clearly surprised by the result. A fleeting look of bewilderment crossed his face, as if he doubted he had heard his own name correctly. It wasn't until the people beside him nudged him that he finally snapped back to reality, standing up immediately to hug his family.
"Why did they pick him?" Brian asked, his face full of surprise.
At twenty-two, Roy was an older rookie. He had attempted to enter the draft back in 2002, but due to poor prospects, he ultimately withdrew and spent four more years honing his skills in college. Little did he know that in the eyes of many NBA teams, those four years had completely drained his raw potential. He seemed more mature, but he had lost his malleability.
