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Pistons GM Troy Weaver Threatened To Beat A Fan’s Ass And Proceeded To Have Them Thrown Out

I have a great relationship with Pistons fans. They love me, and I love them (Pistons fans, you can put down the torches and pitchforks. I’m joking). But I do have to give the Pistons credit for one thing this year. They were more interesting this season than they’ve been in a long time, in large part because of how shitty they were. The losing streak was the most fascinating thing about this year‘s Detroit Pistons. They ceased being interesting once they snapped that losing streak and became just your run-of-the-mill bad team. One of the biggest reasons for their misery is GM Troy Weaver, who probably should’ve been fired several months ago at the latest. His incompetence as a GM is getting called out by the fans, who are expressing their displeasure. 

The number one sign that you are a bad GM is that you can’t back things up with any semblance of success. I know that there are Yankee fans who think that Brian Cashman sucks, but if somebody said that to his face, he could clap back by saying he’s won multiple championships there. Troy Weaver hasn’t even made the playoffs yet. Look, it doesn’t feel good to have people tell you that you’re bad at your job, but when you do a job, like what Troy Weaver does, it has to be expected that that will come with the territory. It’s no different than a film Director or an actor having to read a negative review for one of their movies. Had this fan said something over the line or insensitive, that would’ve been one thing, but simply telling Troy Weaver that he sucks at his job is not even that mean. I would argue that it’s objectively true. 

Detroit has had a lot of bad front-office executives over the last decade, but even at their worst, buffoons like Al Avila at least stood there and took it without clapping back at the fans. The easiest way to prevent a confrontation like this would be to field a team that isn’t completely fucking terrible, but we can’t expect miracles to happen at this point.