The 108-87 blowout loss in Game 2 means the 0-2 Bulls are in a hole so deep that even shovels might be useless, except as weapons to use on Rip Hamilton's and Tayshaun Prince's knees.
Bill Swerski's Superfans, Game 3 Edition
Bob Swerski: Good evening, my friends, and welcome to "Bill Swerski's Super Fans"! I'm Bob Swerski, filling in for my brother Bill, who had a heart attack during the first quarter of Game 2. With me, as always, are the Super Fans: Pat Arnold...
Pat Arnold: Hey, Bob.
Bob: ...Carl Wollarski...
Carl Wollarski: Good to see ya, Bob.
Bob: ...and Todd O'Connor.
Todd O'Connor: How ya' doing, Bob?
Bob: Real good, Todd. We're here, live from Mike Ditka's restaurant in the heart of Chicago, Illinois, the city of broad shoulders, hog butcher for the world, the Windy City. A town that is also the home of a certain team, that finished third in a certain Central Division, a team that is presumably still trying to win this semifinal series against Detroit, a team that is known as, Da Bulls!
All: Da Bulls!
Bob: Any predictions for Game 3, gentleman?
Carl: Pistons 104, Bulls 85. I feel confident that the Bulls stay within twenty points of the Pistons at home.
Bob: A bold prediction, Carl. Todd?
Todd: A United Center security guard locks the Pistons in their locker room for the first six minutes of the second half. Pistons 82, Bulls, 66.
Bob: Expecting a real nail-biter, eh, Todd?
Todd: My cousin is a security guard down there - say no more.
Pat: Pistons 125, Bulls 72. But Chris Duhon only craps his pants once while trying to guard Chauncey Billups.
Bob: The additional playoff experience gives Duhon greater control of...da bowels.
All: Da Bowels!
Bob: Since the season is pretty much at an end, who do you like the Bulls to take in this year's draft?
Pat: In the first round, you gotta go with Durant. In the second round, they need another shooting guard, so I like the guy from Ohio State, Daequan Cook.
Todd: Dae Quan!
Carl: Dae Quan!
Bob: Sounds like there's a consensus. Is there any chance this series could turn around?
Pat: What if the Pistons bus crashed on the way to the arena?
Bob: Who's left to compete in the game?
Pat: It's just Antonio McDyess, Kid Rock, the team trainer, and Hooper the mascot.
Todd: Bulls 78, Pistons 73.
Carl: Is Scott Skiles still coaching the Bulls?
Carl: Pistons 67, Bulls 62.
Bob: It's tough to look back at what might have been. If only the Bulls had used P.J. Brown's expiring contract and some of their many young players to trade for a certain Spanish power forward, who plays for a certain Tennessee team, and provides a certain low-post scoring threat that Chicago lacks. I'm speaking, of course, of Pau Gasol!
Bob: What about this: How would the Bulls fare versus a team of Mini-Pistons?
Todd: What do you mean?
Bob: An evil wizard casts a spell on the Pistons. They have the same guys, but they're all eighteen inches tall.
Carl: What about Lindsay Hunter?
Bob: Mini-Hunter is only sixteen inches tall.
Pat: Are they wearing their normal uniforms?
Bob: No, the mini-Pistons have mini-uniforms.
Pat: I say...Bulls, 92, Mini-Pistons, 79.
Todd: Bulls 104, Mini-Pistons, 101. And Ben Gordon goes for at least 18 points on mini-Hamilton.
Carl: Mini-Rasheed gets ejected, but Mini-Pistons take it, 88-81.
Bob: Two little tiny technical fouls, eh, Carl?
Carl: That's right, Bob.
(Todd begins choking and slamming his fist into his chest.)
Bob: Todd, what's wrong?
Carl: Is he having a heart attack? (Todd shakes his head.)
Pat: He looks like Andres Nocioni there!
Bob: Oh no! Todd is choking! Quick, do the Heimlich maneuver!
(Carl jumps up and throws his pork chop off the rim of the trash can, then clutches his arm as if he was fouled.)
Bob: Not the Hinrich maneuver! The Heimlich!
(Pat administers the Heimlich, and Todd coughs up a shower of peanuts.)
Todd: Sorry, I was so upset about the team that I ate those peanuts way too fast. Gotta remember to remove...da hulls!
All: Da Hulls!
Bob: That's all the time we have for tonight. Join us for our live broadcast during Game 3, where we're going to do our best not to cry. Now, what if Game 3 was played on the surface of the moon, but only the Bulls get space suits...