Shame is not the reason Monroe won't seek out this dunk again. It's because he's dead. Michael Kidd-Gilchrist killed him. He exploded Monroe into a million pieces. There are bits of sinew and gristle dotting the upper reaches of the Time Warner Cable Arena. Monroe's parents and sister were notified, and flown by the NBA to Charlotte were they claimed the remnants that ushers could scrape together. Detroit will wear a memorial patch for the rest of the season, and the patch will have a silhouette of Monroe being eradicated by Kidd-Gilchrist.
The Pistons still won because, you know, the Bobcats.