Picture this. You're an NBA rookie in 1989. You've excelled at every level and have continued to perform amongst the best in the world. Hell, you might even be a shout for the Rookie of the Year! However, one quick trip to Detroit and you come away with a couple of bruised ribs, a bloody nose and a twisted ankle - and that's if you're lucky. This is the home of the Bad Boy Piston's, a team born into hate that houses some of the NBA's greatest ever basketball hitmen and at their very centre (quite literally) is Bill Laimbeer - a man that would rather put you on a stretcher than allow a basket. At 6'11" and 245lbs, Laimbeer didn't fuss around with providing big-time buckets or dishing out flashy assists - he left that to his All-Star teammates Isiah Thomas and Dennis Rodman. Instead, he was tasked with one simple goal, to stop opposing players by any means necessary. To you and I, that might mean a hard foul here and there and maybe the odd bit of t...