I had a sad realization on Saturday night as I was watching the #Pistons take on the Bobcats.
I shouldn’t care that much when this team beats the Bobcats on a second shot by Charlie Villanueva.
I don’t know about you, but I always considered myself a true Pistons fan. I understand that they are in a transition and working towards building the team back up. I don’t expect record-breaking crowds at the Palace. I don’t think a sought after free agent will sign with this team unless some sort of blackmail is involved. I’m not expecting Tom Gores to do the things that Bill Davidson may have done to make Detroit a contender. I don’t think lottery balls will ever fall in the Pistons favor. I can go on and on.
I have taken things a little different in regards to watching the team the past few years. Contrary what most people think I am a team person not a player person. I know you wouldn’t think that since you are on a site called Need4Sheed, but it’s true. I may like certain players, but at the end of the day I’m all about the team. So when this team started their transition into what they are right now I started mine too.
I didn’t get a stomach ache any more after a team loss. I didn’t have to take the exact same route to the game. I stopped doing my little ritual when passing by a certain landmark on the way to ensure that the Pistons won. I didn’t find it necessary to always walk into the same door at the Palace when attending a game. I didn’t make sure I rubbed the top of George Blaha’s bobble head like he was a Buddha and say “count that baby and a foul,” before I sat down to watch a road game in my living room.
In other words, I stopped acting nuts.
So on Saturday night when I was watched Detroit struggle to beat a team that have just as many wins in the past two seasons as Michael Jordan’s jersey number I realized I care just as much about this team as I did when they were dominating the eastern conference. I had to record the game because I had a birthday party to go to, but when I got to the restaurant I noticed they had a bar with a bunch of TV screens. All of them on the NCAA tournament but one. The one at the very end where nobody was sitting was turned to the Pistons game. Heck with the birthday party, I grabbed my drink and plopped down in front of the Pistons game and watched the last quarter of the game.
I cheered, squirmed in my seat, and I was a little too loud when Charlie V hit his shot. I cheered because I cared, and so did the team. A win, even though it didn’t really matter, mattered more than I ever thought it could.
So I can pretend that I don’t really care as much as I used to, but I’d be lying to myself.
It’s the little things that make you realize how much you love things even when they may not be as good as they used to be. I look forward to being as nuts as I used to be.
To the future of the Pistons.