"NBA teams love and hate these predraft affairs. The temptation can be overpowering, overwhelming and irresistible, if occasionally only fleeting.

Take Jimmer Fredette, for instance. By the time he finished his 90-minute set Thursday at Power Balance Pavilion – shooting, passing and scoring against mostly taller, longer opponents – the Kings bosses were reaching for the tissues.

They weren't sobbing, they were salivating.

Geoff Petrie. Paul Westphal. Bobby Jackson. Gavin Maloof. Was there anyone in the Kings' private audience who didn't rush over to shake the kid's hand? Who didn't hover, as if what they really wanted to do was ask for an autograph?

OK, so Pete Carril remained in his courtside seat. The legend is a little old for the rock star stuff.

But whoever drafts Fredette gets the rock star stuff. Already, as the former BYU star auditions around the league, he is attracting larger-than-usual media crowds and is accompanied by a production crew documenting his experiences. YouTube, Twitter, Facebook. The man is a social networker extraordinaire.

Imagine the clicks.

Imagine the ticket sales.

Imagine if he can play.

"I competed hard, shot decent," Fredette said after competing with five other prospects. "The main thing I want is to come in and show I can play defense at this level. I thought I did a pretty good job overall. They (Kings officials) congratulated me. They said I could really play and said I was going to have a good career in this league.""