The Cavaliers came out shooting nothing but three’s, a trend that would continue all night long. That’s all they got. It looked like the NBA All-Star game out there.

Detroit stuck with them in the opening quarter, trailing just 30-27. The Palace Prince made his official return: Tayshaun started at small forward. He didn’t waste any time swatting LeBron James, dunking in traffic, then draining a corner 3. He’s baaaa-ack!

And overall we looked strong. The new point guard looked at home piloting our offense. Reggie Jackson and Kentavious Caldwell-Pope lit up the first half, scoring part of 61 Pistons points. A run before the half gave us an eight point edge at break.

Thank god for the pen. It had to be here to transpire the crime that occurred in the third. Detroit banged out of halftime, picking right up where they left off. On a pull-up three, Spencer Dinwiddie put us up 14, forcing a Cleveland timeout.

As stated, all the Cavs can do is shoot from outside. Kevin Love is too weak to battle down low – he only made field goals from beyond the arc. James looks lost sans Miami. Ross from Friends is their coach. They’re a bunch of pussys.

They knew the game was over, they couldn’t hang with us.

Miss Me?

Miss Me?

So, the NBA called in their worst refs and started bending the Pistons over. They ruined the rest of the third quarter with nonstop whistles against us. Our big men were getting hacked, allowing them to play too-physical of defense. Furthermore, they were getting bailed out on offense to help close the gap.

We were too young for the adversity. It clearly bothered our players, who fought hard but out of control, failing to execute basic shots. After scoring all those points, we couldn’t find our rhythm again. It was what they wanted, because they couldn’t play a real basketball game.

The NBA has to stop doing this. James’ repuation mine as well have been the one at the free throw line, because I know he didn’t earn the calls. DETROIT GETS NO RESPECT. Even before tonight, Greg Monroe NEVER gets his due. And Andre Drummond is starting to feel the same way. Fuck these prima donna superstars: stop protecting them. MAKE THEM PLAY.

We trailed a small amount going into the fourth quarter. In the future, when we face bullshit like this, we have to put it back into the game and not let it beat us. I wish Stan Van would have checked our attitudes, for the scoring funk stayed until the very end of regulation.

There’s still a lot to look forward to at the Palace. It’s just the beginning of the new-Prince era. This could have been the Eastern Conference Finals. There’s no team in the East the Pistons can’t roll with. They’re afraid of us.