The blacktop baked in the 95-degree sun, and the air was thick with smoke from fires that would eventually tint the sky red. If that sounds like a postcard from hell, maybe that’s why so many Utah Jazz fans waited there in line for hours, grinning. It was the day they were getting out. After four long years of rebuilding, losing 221 games along the way, Tuesday’s NBA draft marked the end of one chapter and the beginning of another for basketball fans here.