Truth be told, I didn’t even get the chance to watch the Pistons get blown out by the Pacers. Instead, and looking back now thankfully so, was at a family dinner for most the evening. I got home, checked the final score, and let out a sigh that was so shameful and so buried in my soul that even my dog tilted his head and looked at me concerned. Opening that NBA app and seeing that the Pistons got completely destroyed felt like when I actually studied for a test in school — a true rarity — and still got a C.
Team meetings won’t fix the Pistons troubles
