See the Pistons barely sneak into the NBA playoffs as the final team in the weak, by comparison, Eastern Conference. What was their reward?
A first round match-up with the Milwaukee Bucks, owners of the best regular season record in the entire league.
See the Pistons get absolutely slaughtered in Game One, to the tune of 35 points worth.
See the hapless Pistons get drubbed again like red-headed stepchildren in Game Two, by 21.
Two games and they were outscored by 56 points?
Ah, but just wait, quoth the local pundits and roundball groupies. Da boys are coming home and things will be different in Game Three.
They were right. The Pissed-Ons only got beat by 16 on their own court.
With any luck, maybe they get another loss down to single digits in Game Four, but I wouldn't count on it.
This is men against boys. Rambos vs Barney Fifes.
The sorry Pistons have no business on the same court with the Milwaukee Bucks.
And it gets even worse for the Motown morons.
By squeaking into the playoffs, only to get blasted, they forfeited any chance of getting an impact player in the draft. Not that it would make any difference. This is the same club that saw the --cough- gag-barf-wisdom in giving a big slug like Andre Drummond a max contract.
Yep, he's paid right up there with the likes of Lebron James, Steph Curry, and James Hardin. Thing is, Drummond has little talent. He's not a ball handler, by any stretch of the imagination. Doesn't have a reliable jump shot. Is terrible at the free throw line. Shooting from three point range? Please. And slow of foot. His main assets? He's big, can clog up the paint on defense, and muscle a lot of rebounds. And they put their whole salary cap structure in a bind over a big ape like this? Amazing.
Then again, it probably should come as no surprise, given the brain fart mentality owner Tom Gores has shown so far.
He must know something about shuffling other peoples' money around in his day job, because one doesn't get to be a billionaire by accident.
But basketball/NBA wise, he appears dumber than your proverbial box of rocks.
This is the same guy that got the Palace of Auburn Hills, home of the Pistons, as part of the deal when he bought them a few years back.
The Palace was already completely paid for by his predecessor, the late William Davidson. And out of his own pocket, no less. You NEVER see that happen. The taxpayers always get dinged.
And the Palace was, and remains, a world class facility, located in an ideal location. In a no-crime suburb that has easy access to major roadways for easy fan entrances and exits.
So what did Gores, in HIS infinite wisdom, do? Packed up the team and moved it to the crime-ridden dregs of Detroit, where fans are relatively safe as long as they're within spiting distance of the arena, but not so much if they happen to take a wrong turn somewhere.
Even MORE astounding -- Gores now has to pay rent for moving the Pistons an arena that was built for hockey, specifically, the Detroit Red Wings sparking new Little Caesar's Arena.
Could it get possibly get any more wrong-headed than this?
Oh wait. Maybe. The Pistons claimed to have made a major coup by landing former Toronto Raptors head coach Dwane Casey.
Yeah? Isn't he the same guy that run out of Toronto -- fired -- last year, for his team under-performing year after year?
No matter how one looks at it, this is one clueless franchise, from ownership on down to coach and players.
And there are absolutely no signs, none, that it will get better any year soon.
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