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The made-for-television event known as the first round of the 2026 NBA Draft felt like a celebration. On Tuesday night, as the lottery picks grabbed the hat belonging to their new employer and walked onto the stage to greet commissioner Adam Silver, their sizzle reel played across the screen. Analysts used superlatives to praise their strengths — rarely ever mentioning a single weakness — and share optimistic forecasts about their fit in the NBA. The shower of affection continued as the tall guys in custom suits made their way to a set that resembled a living room, complete with baby photos and a couch large enough to hold their proud moms and dads.

But pardon the impatience. The party’s over. After this draft, predicted to be the deepest in years, these newly minted pros should now truly be on the clock.

For the chosen few drafted near the top, it’s time to expect more than just baby steps and fleeting signs of superstardom. Instead, they have three seasons, maybe four (the duration of their rookie deals), to look like the franchise saviors that they’re expected to become.

Seems rushed? Too bad. Blame Wemby.

If it’s OK to start liking the Frenchman again (preparing to dodge eggs thrown by rowdy New Yorkers and checking for signs of life beneath the abandoned bandwagon or spaceship), can we all just appreciate what the 7-foot-4 Victor Wembanyama just accomplished? He changed the perspective on how we should view so-called generational players. They shouldn’t be coddled; instead, they should be challenged. And counted on to realize their vast potential sooner rather than later.

I don’t care for the Wemby backlash. It built up over the five games of the NBA Finals because he crossed his arms during the singing of the national anthem, used his big paw to push down the diminutive Jalen Brunson, and kept his hands to himself when it was time to show sportsmanship after the gentlemen’s sweep. Call him immature if you want, but also recognize how this third-year player met and then surpassed the expectations heaped upon his surprisingly sturdy shoulders. And really, he was the one who placed them there.

Remember when the San Antonio Spurs won the 2023 draft lottery, better known as the Wemby Sweepstakes, and ESPN went live to France for the first reaction from the expected No. 1 pick? The reporter teed up a softball for Wembanyama, asking him to share with all of America what the Spurs have just won. Wemby didn’t hesitate, but since English isn’t his first language, his initial response — something banal about being a team player who wants to win a lot of games — came out a bit disjointed. Then, he dropped the humble act and spoke from his heart.

“I’m trying to win a ring ASAP, so be ready,” Wembanyama said with a smile, switching eye contact from the reporter to the camera.

On Tuesday night in New York, the prospects didn’t need to worry themselves with coming up with such confident quotes, since the ESPN analysts did it for them.

“He’s got a mature game,” Tim Legler gushed of the No. 1 pick, AJ Dybantsa.

“They’re getting the most talented prospect in this draft,” Jay Bilas proclaimed about Darryn Peterson.

“I think he’s the best pure basketball player in the draft,” Bilas, again, boasted while knighting Cameron Boozer.

Boozer probably agreed because he told the ESPN panel before the draft: “Many years down the line, people are gonna look back and say I should’ve been (the No. 1 pick).”

Like every precocious rising star fluent in the dialect of bluster, Wembanyama talked big, too. Unlike most of them, however, he’s backed it up.

Over the past 20 years, of all the No. 1 overall picks to strut across the stage and shake a commissioner’s hand, only Wembanyama and LeBron James have led their franchises to the NBA Finals within their first four years. Again, Wemby needed just three.

True, Wembanyama and the young Spurs — primarily second-year player Stephon Castle and rookie Dylan Harper — lost the title to the New York Knicks. However, their season played out as a siege. An attempted coup of the NBA’s winners circle, and a refusal to wait their turn before making good on their draft promise. Though their ascension might have felt ahead of schedule, Wemby has reset the clock for every highly touted pick.

So peacock in your Rolexes tonight, fellas. Tomorrow, it’s time for the hard work.

And general managers, you also should be hearing that thunderous tick-tock-tick-tock of the competitive clock.

It’s not just Wembanyama’s presence that has changed everything. The new landscape of the league has created a shorter life span for sucking.

No longer can basketball executives plan for a distant future while waiting on their teen idols to grow up. Teams have to trust in their youth, like, now, because the league’s new anti-tanking measures will force the bottom dwellers to at least try to look like professional basketball teams. The teams that had spent October through April positioning for lottery luck, and finishing with the three worst records, will receive the same number of lottery balls as the squads that made it to the Play-In Tournament but lost.

Also, gone are the days when a GM could take a risk and provide a gap year for a talented yet mercurial prospect.

In 2018, Michael Porter Jr. was considered a high lottery pick coming out of his one-and-done year in Missouri. Actually, let’s correct that: his three-games-and-done season. Porter looked dynamic during the precious few moments he appeared in Columbia, Mo., but he mostly sat on the sidelines following back surgery. Who could’ve legitimately evaluated Porter as a future pro, and so, the first 13 teams in the draft decided to pass. The Denver Nuggets still took a chance with him with the 14th pick, drafting and stashing him on the injury list for his entire rookie season. The move eventually paid off, a long-term gamble that helped the franchise win its first NBA title in 2023; Porter started 62 games and emerged as the team’s third-leading scorer that season.

Though Peterson never dealt with anything as serious as the herniated disc and microdiscectomy surgery that affected Porter, muscle cramping upended his season in Kansas and left scouts wondering about his long-term availability. But now he’s the No. 2 overall pick, and the Utah Jazz just might have to hook Peterson up to an IV drip of electrolytes just to keep him on the floor. They can’t afford for him to play part-time hours.

And finally, adiós once and for all to the Process — collecting the likes of Joel Embiid (third overall in 2014), Jahlil Okafor (third overall in 2015) and Ben Simmons (first overall in 2016) — since teams will no longer be able to select within the top five in three straight years. Utah will find itself in that dilemma next year, unable to pick that high after taking Ace Bailey (fifth overall in 2025) and now Peterson.

So put away the cute baby pics, AJ Dybantsa. Find a good dry cleaners in Salt Lake City for that suit, Darryn Peterson. And Cameron Boozer, be sure to kiss mom and dad goodbye on their way back to Miami. The first round has ended, and the countdown to your coronation has begun.