In an unexpected turn of events, the Detroit Pistons have decided to become the grim reapers of the Boston Celtics’ aspirations, handing them a humbling 117-97 defeat on Wednesday night. Malik Beasley, who apparently felt inspired by the idea of raining on Boston's parade, lit up the scoreboard with a cool 26 points, all while the Celtics thought they were having a lovely evening of basketball. The Pistons, with their previously questionable reputation, must have undergone some sort of basketball enlightenment. After persevering through a bizarre 12-game losing streak against the Celtics, they transformed into a stunning juggernaut, now boasting a robust eight-game winning streak. Rumor has it that they consulted a magic 8-ball before each game, and it kept saying, "Outlook not so good for your opponents." Meanwhile, the Celtics, enjoying a delightful 42-17 record, may have been stricken with a case of overconfidence after recent victories. The dynamic duo of Jayson Tatum (who delivered 27 points) and his trusty sidekicks, Derrick White and Payton Pritchard (each with 18 points), looked like they’d stepped straight out of a highlight reel. Unfortunately for them, the Pistons had apparently tuned into a different channel: “Celtics' Nightmare.” "It was as if the Pistons decided to throw a party and forgot to send the invitations to the Celtics," said a spectator who had somehow forgotten which team was actually supposed to win. The Pistons danced around the court, blending finesse with a dash of aggression, forcing the Celtics into a less-than-ideal version of their game plan. As the final buzzer echoed through Detroit’s home court, the Pistons celebrated their victory over the Celtics with remarkable vigor. They even considered printing up “Reality Check” t-shirts, which would feature Malik Beasley’s face alongside the tagline, “Who knew the party started in Detroit?” Celtics fans were left to ponder whether their team misunderstood the directive of trying to "improve their game," concluding instead that it was more of an exercise in "how to look bewildered." As they licked their wounds and retreated, it was clear that the Pistons had delivered a "reality check" that left Boston grasping for answers, and perhaps questioning their invitations for the next dance.