Who knew that basketball could keep young love together? It's been two years since circumstances and opportunities sadly put over 1300 miles between us: I am a 2nd year law student at the University of Miami; she is a graduating Kinesiology student at the University of Michigan. Time, distance and finances have put a toll on the amount and type of quality time that the two of us have been able to spend together, as well as a serious strain on our relationship in general. That has not, however, changed our love for each other and the love we share for our hometown team (all arguments somehow cease just long enough to watch Tayshaun cross over another helpless victim and finish strong at the rack, or to see Chauncey bury another late trey). Both lifelong fans, we often times reminisce about where we were when the Bad Boys were terrorizing the East years ago, and how we have remained true fans throughout the rough (and Teal) stretches of the '90s. We love our team. Recently, a particularly difficult patch sent me searching for something for us to come back to as common ground. A trip to Ticketmaster and a host of travel sites later, I was on a plane bound for Motown to see my baby and the Beasts of the East in living color. After what seemed like the world's longest flight and days of delay at the airport, I finally grabbed my bags, caught a ride from a friend, and surprised my love at her doorstep bearing three gifts: flowers, a ridiculously large and cheesy smile, and tickets to see the Pistons tangle with the 76'ers in what would be her very first live game. Like true fans, we donned the home whites of two of our favorite players - Prince, for her, and 'Sheed for myself - and made it out to the Palace and into our seats just in time for the pyrotechnics from the intros to scare her half to death. We had a ball, and considering we hadn't seen each other for months prior, we loved every second of being together and watching our squad do what they do best. As Rip stole the ball and ran down court for a flush to seal the game, all of our worries and problems seemed to fade away. Things have since gotten better, and though not perfect, my impromptu trip back home served as a turning point for our relationship. We love each other, we love our team, and we know that all things happen for a reason. Who knows, you might even see me on the scoreboard taking a knee one day...why not? The Pistons clearly helped keep us together, so it would only be right for me to let them share in our joy and happiness!
The PISTONS Helped Keep Us Together!
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