The Detroit Pistons are a miracle. Every time you think they’ve hit a low point in the worst season in my long career as a fan, they manage to find a new one.
The Detroit Pistons keep finding new ways to be horrible
I hoped the low point of the season happened before it even started, when the Pistons did nothing to improve a team that had only won 17 games. I rationalized it by saying, “at least we’ll see plenty of the young guys!” Boy, was I wrong.
I thought we might be at a low point when new coach Monty Williams inexplicably benched Jaden Ivey before the season even started. Nope.
Surely, the 28-game losing streak was something even these Pistons couldn’t top, but they certainly weren’t finished.
We got a brief moment of hope when the unhinged roster was dissembled at the trade deadline. The Pistons won two games with a shorthanded rotation that kept Monty Williams from playing 13 players.
But not so fast, as Williams has since played everyone but the Dancing Usher, giving starter’s minutes to Evan Fournier, a guy who wasn’t good enough to leave the Knicks’ bench in two years and who almost certainly isn't part of the future.
It’s been two lifeless eviscerations since, with the team neither winning, nor getting minutes or building chemistry between the players who might actually be on the team next season. There is no plan, no focus, no development and not a chance of winning.
But even that wasn’t enough, nope, not for this team.
Last night, Isaiah Stewart, a player on the injury list who was not even set to play, punched Drew Eubanks (allegedly) and got arrested before the game even started.
I honestly can’t even blame Stewart, as I would probably rather spend a few hours in jail rather than watch this team.
I would like to think that the team getting blown out in front of its owner while one of the players is in jail would be the low point of the season, but I wouldn’t hold my breath. They have a fresh losing streak heading into the All-Star break, where no Pistons will be featured, a tradition dating back to the Blake Griffin season.
I wish I could believe in a rock bottom, but this season doesn’t seem to have one.