Friends & Allies alike, lend me your ears: The Kevin Garnett trade discussion ends now. If, in all your panicked considerations about how to resurrect your Detroit Pistons, you stumble upon said idea with a yelp of self-satisfied glee, I'm here to help you. Here me, friend, when I say that you are not the first person to either a.) think of this idea; b.) mention this idea aloud into the general public's thinking. We've heard it already. We have. Many times. And each time it sounds as ridiculous as it did the last time we heard it. And here's why I bring this up: I don't want to waste our time discussing such unlikely things. I hate movies about meteors hitting the earth and I hate trade discussions that smart 15-year-olds wouldn't waste their time on. Let's be adults, not children. Let's use our time to talk about realistic things. I wish I was Jacque Cousteau sometimes, but I've accepted the fact that Jacque Cousteau I will never be. Let's all make an effort to reach a little bit deeper into the well of imagination. That's all I ask.