I grew up in small town Michigan. I can remember the Bad Boys in their glory days. I hated the Bulls and the Lakers. I owned the t-shirts proclaiming the supremacy of the Pistons. My sister adored Isaiah, I wanted to rebound like Dennis. I can remember being pissed when Adrian Dantley was traded.
And there was Joe. Rock steady. Distinctly unflashy. But you could count on him. Always. And now he kept the promise to himself.
Now that I'm older, I can appreciate him a lot more than I did as a teen.
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