Do we really need to explain that the Wiz could be done after tonight and that if you don't pick him you've chucked away at least a 43 PRA if Gilbert plays a normal game? Do we need to draw you a picture?
Oh wait, look to your right.
See? And if he goes off in an elimination game?
Yeesh! You'll be kicking yourself that you passed on a potential 60 PRA.
OK, still not getting it. Think of it this way: You're in the Sahara. You have emptied the last drop from your desert water bag and your dry throat feels like centuries old parchment. On the horizon, you see ... What do you see? Is it water, an oasis? Or is it a mirage?
You thunder toward that image in the distance as your desire to slake your thirst is overwhelming. The lack of water has made you delirious, the sun beats down on you like a hammer on an anvil. You hope, goodness, you hope that it's water, sweet, sweet, water ...
As you get closer, you start to figure that it's an oasis before you. You can make out lush greenery. You can feel the damp air on your face as you approach.
Saved! You are saved. You climb down from your trusty ride and there it is ... a pool of blue so clear you can see to the bottom, a pool so cool that the mere thought refreshes you. You kneel, dip your hands in and raise the water to your parched lips and drink.
Tonight, Gilbert is your oasis in the playoffs fantasy desert.