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DETROIT FREE PRESS
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030522
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Thursday, May 22, 2003
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METRO FINAL
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SPT; SPORTS
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1E
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Photo
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Richard Hamilton


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MITCH ALBOM FREE PRESS COLUMNIST
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Copyright (c) 2003, Detroit Free Press
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NOW FOR GOOD NEWS: RIP-FOR-STACK TRADE NEVER LOOKED BETTER
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He moves like a water bug, so fast that sometimes all you see is the streak of
where he was. Into the corner, back into the middle, through two defenders,
back into the corner, grab the ball, turn, shoot. Richard (Rip) Hamilton is
such a whirling dervish that you're not sure where his shots really begin. Is
it when he flicks his wrist, or when he lifts his arms, or when he lifts his
legs, or when he starts running 10 seconds before he ever gets the ball? One
thing is certain, when that ball comes, there is little hesitation as to
whether it'll be launched.

Let her Rip.

Here's the simple truth, folks. Richard Hamilton has been the best and most
consistent Piston in these playoffs. I bring him up today, on the morning of
what could be Detroit's Waterloo -- Game 3 of an Eastern Conference finals
that it already trails, 2-0 -- because it is clearly time for some good news.

There's your good news, running back and forth on the baseline like a Pac-Man
in gobble-dot heaven. Hamilton, No. 32 in your programs. Thin, fast, braided,
headbanded. No matter what happens in this series, he has held up his end of
the deal.

"I'm loving this," Hamilton said of the playoff experience. "It's everything I
thought it would be. Loud crowds. We're on national TV every night. There's
only four teams left playing basketball, and we're one of them. Oh, yeah. This
is it."

Better stats in the playoffs

Now, if you're wondering how a man can be that upbeat when most of the fans
are cloudy and gray, consider where he is coming from: Washington, D.C.
Hamilton played the first three years of his NBA career in the nation's
capital and got no closer to the playoffs than Tom Daschle did.

But this year, in the first three rounds of his playoff career, Hamilton has
not only done his part, he has raised his game. He's better now than he was in
the regular season, scoring more points (22.8 vs. 19.7) and playing more
minutes (38 vs. 32). And as the playoffs have gone along, his numbers have
only gone up.

Remember back a year ago? If you think the Pistons are in the outhouse today,
here's two words for you: Jerry Stackhouse. He was so shut down in last year's
playoffs, his locker should have had a grate over it.

Remember? Against Toronto, facing elimination in Game 5, when Stackhouse went
1-for-10? Or against Boston, again facing elimination, when Stackhouse went
3-for-18? He was an empty box. A spent fighter. He made fewer than one out of
every three shots.

Hamilton, the player for whom he was traded, is shooting 45 percent by
contrast in these playoffs. And on the Pistons, that gets you a sharpshooter
badge.

Let her Rip.

Lessons learned in high school

Hamilton is an asset not only because he is accurate, but because he can shoot
anywhere along his path to the basket. He may go all the way to the hole, or
pull up two feet, four feet, seven feet or nine feet away. This is impossibly
hard to do, since your momentum becomes part of the flight of the ball. I
asked Hamilton how he got so good at something so difficult.

"In high school, I was like everyone else," he said. "I dunked. I just dunked.
Where I went to school, there weren't many guys who could dunk, so I stood
out.

"But then I went to the ABCD camp over the summer. Kids from all around the
country. And everyone there could dunk. And I realized right then, I better
come up with something else not everybody can do."

So he became the stop-and-pop guy. Which, with his boundless energy, his
racing from spot to spot, gives the Pistons some much-needed grease on their
grinding offense.

Hamilton had a great Game 2 on Tuesday night, scoring nearly a third of the
Pistons' points, slicing through defenders, driving the baseline, taking
handoffs and lifting toward the hoop. The only thing that stopped him, it
seemed, was his coach, Rick Carlisle, who took him out for 3 1/2 crucial
minutes in the fourth quarter.

That should not happen anymore. Hamilton provides movement, he draws fouls,
and the Pistons need both to stop the Nets' fast-break juggernaut.

Maybe Detroit wins tonight, maybe it doesn't. But before the hammer comes
down, fans should realize this team has upgraded nicely at the shooting guard
position, and the kid keeps getting better and he's going to be here for a
while.

As for what the team does next, well, I'm no coach, but it could do worse than
to follow the water bug, that's for sure.



Contact MITCH ALBOM at 313-223-4581 or  albom@freepress.com. Catch "The Mitch
Albom Show" 3-6 p.m. weekdays on WJR-AM (760). Also catch "Monday Sports
Albom" 7-8 p.m. Mondays on WJR. To read Albom's most recent columns, go to
www.freep.com/index/albom.htm.
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BASKETBALL;PISTONS
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