seriously! and those are just the especially heartbreaking playoff games. the actual escapegoat for this one should be our own DBA -- you know i love you statsprocket man, but (cue chat transcript please roscoe) when we got up 14 you distinctly typed: this is looking like a blow out. Nice. thanks for that. and while we're at it why not blame the 75 unforced backcourt turnovers we had in the first half, when we were blowing our first quarter lead. why not note that the fact that the lead in the first place was pure puff so that the chicago comeback was all but inevitable: you really think we're going to hold onto a lead forged by sheed shooting the absolute lights out and rip going on a tear. those very same shots just weren't falling in the fourth and we had nowhere else to turn but a) stuckey driving into four defenders and b) tay dribbling at the top of the key. i don't expect anyone else to get on board with me here, so i'm not saying it for the sake of argument, but rather just self-expression: the uglier we get the more I like the team (which doesn't mean that I wouldn't like us even more if we were dominating the entire league); but no more of this tantalizingly cool excellence that just sort of softly whisper stomps my heart at some point in may or june. Now it's just this endlessly surprising unfolding of new forms of ugliness (sheed's wild three pointer with 12 left on the clock but, wait for it, you also get stuckey clubbing ben gordon on a three, which goes in, and then, still more, stuckey going down "injured"). the sheer glorious shame; destruction; a riveting montage of catastrophic disaster footage... pure abjection. i didn't know i had it in me. i'm being shattered and i think i like it. i like it. thank you pistons!