Pistons in anything. Please. The weight of the world has fallen upon you, boys of the Motor City, to prevent Karl Malone and Gary Payton from getting their rings. To prevent the perpetuating of Kobe Bryant as a so-called hero. To prevent Phil Jackson from passing Red Auerbach.
I don't like ya, Pistons, and I don't like your city. In fact I wish it was any team but you. But now you've gotta beat LA, and I wish you well, you boring double-Wallace ballers.