Last season ended like a bad dream. From the sleepwalking start by the players to the brawl and disinterest from the coach. The entire summer, I immersed myself in the Summer League play of the Pistons' kids and getting this forum online. My gut was unsettled. Not full blown nausea, but the kind of lingering discomfort that you get back on dry land after a day of sea sickness. Rubber knees and queasiness that can only be cured with sleep and a solid meal. Except there was no cure for this ill feeling but burying myself in every other possible conversation relating to this team. Hell, I even invested myself emotionally into Darko's Eurobasket run, despite skepticism about his future as a Piston. These guys were handling it better than me. I don't watch the game with a jersey on or have a flag on my car. You won't catch me bidding for signed memorabilia on ebay. My drug of choice is glory. Championship memories. The kind I cherish from 1989, 1990 and 2004. We lost the title. They lost the belts. This wasn't right. It was like watching someone else drive your car with your old lady in the passenger seat. Well, now it's a new playoffs. The Pistons reduced the regular season to an 82 game snore fest. They set records, went to the All-Star game, and despite all of those achievements, I'm nervous. I've got the pre-game butterflies and jitters. And I'M NOT EVEN PLAYING! You see, there really is nowhere for this team to go but to the Finals and Championship glory. Because they are too good to settle for anything less, and as a fan, I cannot handle another summer of feeling like my solar plexus was dealt a sharp blow. Like someone kicked me in the groin. Like I was mugged by my best friend. [floatr]http://www.pistonsforum.com/images/picdump/whup-ass042306.jpg[/floatr]So I've adopted a new approach, effective now. The Pistons have unfinished business. Championship business, and tonight at 7:00 pm, the Palace Locker Room store opens with only one product on the shelves. Wup Ass. We sell it bulk, discounts to any pretenders. This is the brass ring, and regular season achievement is no salve for the wounds of a defeated warrior. So bring your arrogance, your hard-headedness, your fanaticism and your passion. There is only one way our team will go out, and only one way I will regard this post season. Like a cage match, a pit fight, the settling of a blood feud. It's time for redemption and dominance. It's time for punishment and pain. It's time Detroit. Time to go to work. To finish our business.