This season is full of youth, of promise, of hope generated from a Detroit Pistons team coming off a .500 run over the last 42 games of last year—a run which would get them into the playoffs, were they to repeat it this season.
But this article is not about youth or promise or hope.
It's about frustration.
It's about players paid to produce who haven't produced. Players who flash potential but don't sustain it. Players whom you sense have more to give but can't, or don't, give it. Players who madden, who infuriate, who make you want to throw something at the TV set or onto the court and yell words that would make your mother gasp in shock.
It would be nice to say the Pistons don't have any of these players. It would be nice.
But they have five of them. Five guys who have either run out the clock on fan patience and support from management, or for one reason or another, just get us cheesed.
So let's vent our frustration. It'll sure make us feel better. And who knows: maybe it'll light a fire under their (insert mother-unapproved expletive here).