The Pistons are an ontological chicken-or-the-egg thought experiment into whether the player makes the team or the team makes the player. With Cade Cunningham in tow, Detroit has their most exciting young player in a generation, even if he’s not the one-man cure-all that they hoped for.
Eventually, there’s hope that Ball can become some sort of evolutionary Steve Nash, an all-world bandleader who can coax melody from a roaring wall of sound, but Charlotte has currently boxed him in as a soloist.
