In 2016, the Sixers were finishing a season so bad there was virtually no chance of the ensuing Kings pick being swappable; as it turned out, we earned the top pick in that draft all on our own. But in 2017, the Sixers finished 28-54 while the Kings were a mere four games better at 32-50 -- they earned the eighth draft slot while we finished fourth. And then during the magical occasion of Lottery Party III on May 16, 2017, Deputy Commissioner Mark Tatum reached into that eighth-pick envelope and pulled out the New York Knicks logo -- meaning the Kings had jumped into the top three, likely over the Sixers, who could just kick their feet up and wait to be rolling in the Pickswap.

The consequences of the Kings ultimately landing at No. 3, while the leapfrogged Sixers slid to No. 5, ended up being franchise-altering. The Sixers used that No. 3 pick, in addition to the true first-rounder owed them from Sacramento, to land the No. 1 overall selection that year from Boston, selecting Markelle Fultz with the pick. (Sacramento settled for point guard De’Aaron Fox at No. 5, while Boston took versatile wing Jayson Tatum at No. 3.)

Of course, whether that path ultimately leads to something more promising that outright disaster depends on if Fultz can do a better impression of the player we believed we were drafting in his sophomore season than he did as a rookie. Though at the time the trade was such a triumph for The Process that it triggered Retweet Armageddon -- more on that to come in a future Hall of Fame column, perhaps -- it’s since lost a bit of its luster with each jumper our now-beleaguered point guard prospect takes (or perhaps more acutely, each one he doesn’t take), and with each comparison Bill Simmons makes connecting Jayson Tatum to an NBA Hall of Famer that isn’t even totally laughable.

But the glory of the pickswap cannot be tarnished. Even though it was just two slots’ difference, even though it might’ve led to the biggest non-PR-related blunder of Bryan Colangelo’s tenure, even though Stauskas himself ended up being traded for a pittance mere months after using a Migos meme to mock his old club that draft night. Say the word “pickswap” to any true Process Truster, and it’s guaranteed to bring on the same emotional overload as that food critic biting into the titular dish at the end of Ratatouille. (And yes, “pickswap” is one word, now and forever.)