Listen up, Detroit. We just watched New York edge out San Antonio 94-90 in Summer League action. It’s just a appetizer, but seeing young guys scrap for a roster spot reminds me of what this city is built on: hard work, sweat, and never giving an inch. While the rest of the league is still catching its breath after the Finals, we’re focused on the blue-collar rebuild. The Celtics are still sitting on that throne as champions, but crowns get heavy, and every team is reloading. In Motown, we’ve been busy shaking things up. We need that physical, defensive identity back. I’m looking at the draft picks and the front office moves with a skeptical but hopeful eye—we don’t need flash, we need fighters who understand what it means to put on that Pistons jersey. Free agency is a chess match, and we have to play it smart to stop being the league’s doormat. The season is months away, but the foundation for a playoff run starts right now in the film room and the weight room. It’s a long road back to glory, but Detroit doesn’t know any other way. Stay tough, Motor City.