Todays Chicago Sun Times "Wallace spent most of the game anchored to the bench and was so ineffective when he was in there that at one point Skiles said he replaced Wallace because he wanted to improve the team's rebounding. Yes, you read that correctly." Aye. First Coach Skiles pulled Wallace for PJ Brown, but before the night was over he pulled him again, this time for the glass smashing b-ball gobbler, big man Michael Sweetney. Good lord, pass the bottle for my liver needs a fixin. Big Ben got yanked for Sweetney. Sweetney, who after 3 years in the league has never had to replace a single pair of shoes, (it's rumored he's still wearing the last pair he played in at Georgetown). In mid August this was posted in this fine forum, "The Pistons offered him a lot, it just wasn't enough relative to the Chicago offer. I don't blame the guy for taking the extra 11M, but if you already have 20-25 milllion banked and another 50 on the table, is the extra 11 that important in your everyday life? Important enough to leave a team thats been built around your limited skills and is a promising contender for another 3-4 years? Apparently it was for Ben. By leaving before the Pistons might've won another title with him on the roster, did he ruin his own chances for making the HOF in the future? It could be all the years in Detroit, all the accumulative runs to the end of the season were the best thing that could've moved him eventually over the top. It's hard to believe he'll ever make it now unless the Bulls reach and win at least one Championship. If you're already as wealthy as he is, and was about to be either way (Detroit or Chicago) is 11M the amount you sack the potential of maybe making the HOF for? Apparently it was for Ben." So it goes, in a fit of emotion, for a few dollars more you find your self getting pulled for Sweetney. Instead of becoming the team that should, you become part of a team of wood. Dead wood. Instead of riding the locomotive built around your rails into the NBA Hall of Fame. You lose your steam and find yourself and possibly your entire legend off rail, down the bank and mired in creek mud. Say it ain't so Joe. Big Ben in his prime was a monster. Our monster. In Chicago, with it's storied stockyards, once the nations butcher, the only thing getting gutted this year is the legend of Big Ben. Pass the Sweetney and hold the gravy..