The always stimulating Ralph Wiley has a new column on the flaws in the Lakers' game. While I agree with him that the Pistons have the best shot of surprising the pernicious purple-and-gold, I fear that he's being a little optimistic in his assessment of the chance for an upset. Still, he writes, to use his own description, like a "m&@&#$%@."

At one point, he discusses the defensive prowess of the Detroit frontline:

They block shots the way you and I pick our teeth. All this talk about how the opponents of the Pistons can't shoot is patently absurd, how this is not good to watch. Evolution of the game is always watchable.

Reggie Miller had a breakaway layup in Game 2 of the Eastern final. A layup is a 90-percent shot. And Tayshaun Prince blocked it. The Pistons blocked 19 shots in that game. You have to hit 19 shots in a row just to break even and shoot 50 percent in that game. That's the evolution of the game now. I've seen it coming for years. So I tell these young high school boys who can shoot it so well, "Yeah, but you can't go to the NBA because you can't even get that shot out of your hand in that league; it's counterfeit."

The question, in the NBA and in life, is not whether or not you can shoot.

The question is whether or not you can get your shot.

I'm sure there's a metaphor in there that my loyal readers -- a category to which I naturally belong -- can distill for application to their personal lives.

On a more literal note, I've been working on my slashing-diagonally-across-the-paint 13-footer because, well, I can get it off.

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