How Pistons fans are moving beyond their Winslow-lust to discover their inner Stanimalistic Urges.
Draft night, 2015.
Whether your eyes were glued to the TV (pro tip: don’t adhere the glue directly to your eyes - use a strip of clear plastic wrap as a buffer), you were making subtle glances at your phone during your great uncle’s funeral, or you were refreshing your computer screen on the sly while teaching a classroom full of kids on the other side of the world (pleading not guilty), there was an unencumbered jubilation when Willie Cauley-Stein and his blue polka-dotted bowtie were called up to the stage at pick 6.