Allen Iverson, Detroit Piston

That just doesn't seem right. At all. Allen Iverson belongs to Philadelphia. No matter what you feel about the man, he is one of the greatest players ever to don a Sixers uniform. He grew up here. He failed here. He succeeded here. He was loved here. He was hated here. But there was always that one constant. He was here.



Even when he went to Denver, he was still here. And last March, when Iverson returned to Philadelphia for the first time since being traded, it was clear his absence didn't mean he had left. He hadn't. He was here.

But now, a Detroit Piston? No. No, no, no, no. That doesn't seem right. He can't be. But believe it, he is. And while I've grown accustomed to hating the Pistons—everything about Prince, that stupid mask Rip wears—I can't help but be a little excited to see Al play with Sheed, another Philly icon.

If the Sixers can't get over the hump this year, I'll be rooting for the Pistons because I would like nothing more than to see Allen Iverson win a championship. But even if he can't, there's no reason to think he can't just keep going and going and going. Read the article over at SLAM. It's the truth, even if seeing Allen play anywhere else but here pains every bone in my body.