It’s with pain that I write these words, but over the past couple of months, the realization has finally set in - it’s time for Detroit to move on from Stanley Johnson.
It’s been a relatively short-lived, yet somehow never-ending roller coaster ride watching Johnson’s career in Detroit, filled with glimmers of a well-rounded NBA game, grounded in an innate defensive prowess, but coupled with head-scratching turnovers and clanks from beyond the arc.
For every “what a dime!” or “what a stop!” there’s a “please just dunk the ball” or a “you were wide open.