The Playoffs are a new season. Just a week and a half ago on a playoff eve afternoon I caught a wind of new optimism for the Pistons.
They can throw the season out now, I reasoned. We’re all glad its over. Now we can focus on one team.
That was the optimistic fan in me. I wouldn’t have bet on them. (Unless I just happened to be in Vegas on vacationing or something. Real small amount.)
The realistic fish in my Pisces said, as I wrote, just win one for us! I knew they were facing a possible sweep.
The other fish, the optimistic fan, with every other beer kept reminding everyone within ear shot that Allen Iverson was placed on the active playoff roster. And if we stole Game 1, they better watch out.
“You never know…?” I warned.
I knew it was a long stretch. But what is life without "what-if’s" you know?
If Iverson had been playing for the Pistons, off the bench or however, could they have given Cleveland at least some competition?
With Iverson in the lineup, it’s no way they get swept out like that. Is it? I don’t think so.
Of course it doesn’t matter now, just a thought.
What an ending to a terrible season for the Detroit Pistons. The sweep makes it fat and ugly.