I despised Detroit Pistons point guard Brandon Jennings.
I had just watched him cut through the defense for an easy, wide open layup, or what should have been. Instead Jennings faked the shot, took two steps back, and hurled up a fade away jumper.
And the result? A much deserved brick.
I threw my hands up in the air, frustrated with what I thought was an over-the-top level of show boating. And then I had my mind-set that I wanted Jennings out of Detroit.
But my mind, like Jennings’ disposition, has changed.