Are you serious!?!?!?!?!?!?!?

I'm having such hatred for things right now. My world has been turned upside down. I'm reeling in self-hatred mixed with doubt, confusion and isolation.

The pistons have just traded Chauncey Billups and Antonio McDyess for the rat of the NBA, Allen Fucktard Iverson.

I need a fucking drink. A strong one. I can't believe Joe D would do this to me on a Monday, let alone the day before an election. I can't stand Allen Iverson. I've hated him forever. He's the most ungrateful, lazy, self-righteous player ever to wear an NBA jersey. And for a team that prides themselves on teamwork and hard work, good luck getting Iverson to play along.

Son of a bitch.

Sad Song, Same Scene

Two Detroit teams met two Cleveland teams this weekend. One team racked up a couple of wins. The other, sadly, signaled the end of an era.

For those of you that don't know your Honor, team sports in Detroit are a big deal. They can revitalize a city, reinvigorate an ailing public and generally cause euphoria. But on days like Saturday, sometimes the sound of a defeat signals much more.

I won't bore you with my uninformed thoughts, but I'll leave you with this piece from Drew Sharp of the Detroit Free Press regarding the end of the Piston's era.

And LeBron, if you're reading (which I seriously doubt you are), remember this: You had to go through Detroit to get there and they were a team, not just a superstar and his victory. Success tastes sweeter when there's more than one flavor.