Sam Hinkie is a verbose man. Seeing the writing on the wall and ever-dwindling power and confidence from his owners, the architect of the process didn't just resign, he delivered a tome that runs 7,000 words and 13 pages covering anything from philosophical beliefs, market-based bromides, personal failings, and proof, a lot of proof, that Sam Hinkie is smarter than you or I.
While I was a mild disbeliever in the process only because it involved inflicting so much pain for only a marginally increased chance at landing the true superstar the franchise thought it needed, I decided not to dive into the 13-page letter as some act of schadenfreude, but in an attempt to glean that one essential truth that could be useful to the Detroit Pistons.