There's the excitement.  Particularly last year, there was the excitement of what was possible.  What if?  What if you got the number one pick?  We spent all day today arguing over who we would want with the first pick.  And no matter what tomorrow brings, I wouldn't trade those debates.  Informative, funny, and thorough discussions.  I cherish them.

But there's the other part.  There's the dread.  The dread that comes with being a Kings fan.  The expectation that the worst possible outcome is the likely result.  Last year we could go no lower than 4th, and sure enough we got the 4th pick in what everyone knew was a 2-player draft. 

We're conditioned to expect things to go against us.  But I wouldn't get off this rollercoaster for anything.  Right now we're rounding a blind corner, unsure if we're about to experience a climb or a plummeting fall.  All we can do is hang on and enjoy it.  It's a helluva ride.