“Rashard! We’re not gonna get swept! Piggyback ride!”

Thus, the attitude after a Game 3 win over the Detroit Pistons.

First off, let me start by saying that Hedo Turkoglu and Rashard Lewis have some of the poorest shot selection that I’ve ever seen in the NBA. Unfortunately, they were falling again.

Don’t chalk this up as a Pistons failure, remember it as another ridiculous display of knocking down the long ball by the Orlando Magic. Detroit made a valiant effort at a comeback and nearly pulled it off until the barrage of treys rained down like hellfire.  I highly doubt Stan Van Gundy uses a coach’s clipboard, because it’s really not that hard to say “Rashard” and “three-pointer”.

If you’re not a fan of ref rants, block this part out because it’s coming whether you like it or not.

We know NBA referees have a beef, so to speak, with Sheed. This is known by every man, woman and child who ever set eyes on a “professional” basketball game. But out of the woodwork surfaces a new vendetta, the all-seeing eyes shift to focus on not only #36, but #24 as well.  The reffing on McDyess alone should call for another referee investigation. I realize the Magic are a finesse team, but that doesn’t mean that every time they take the initiative to break the 20-foot barrier, that a foul needs to be assessed to the opposing team. 4 fouls on Dice in 14 minutes of gameplay? Come on, have a heart! Like losing Chauncey to injury wasn’t bad enough, the Pistons were robbed of their hardest worker on top of that.

Sharp shooting, Orlando. You got your home win. But don’t count on that 3-point bull****, I mean skill, to fall for much longer.

P.S. After only 3 games, I am officially sick of “Superman”, “Clark Kent”, “Kryptonite”, and every other comic book reference TNT and Orlando fans have thrown. If I see one more middle-aged woman hold up a sign tell me that Dwight Howard is “Pistonite” I don’t know what I’ll do. Just FYI.