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DETROIT FREE PRESS
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010613
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Wednesday, June 13, 2001
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METRO FINAL
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SPT; SPORTS
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1C
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Dikembe Mutombo.


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MITCH ALBOM
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Copyright (c) 2001, Detroit Free Press
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SHAQ-DIKEMBE FEUD HAS MAKINGS OF A HIT
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It is not for me, as a man who only comes up to Shaquille O'Neal's belly
button, to judge the words coming out of his mouth. I can barely hear the
words coming out of his mouth.

Same goes for 7-foot-2 Dikembe Mutombo. With him, I can hear what he's saying,
I just can't understand it. I know the man speaks five languages. My question
is: Is English one of them?

But hey, who am I to get in the middle of a big man battle in the NBA Finals?
Two giants bumping, shoving and pounding on each other -- and that's just
during the press conferences.

SHAQ: "I wish he'd stand up and play me like a man instead of flopping and
crying."

DIKEMBE: "I hope he didn't mean that. If he did ...I really don't give a
damn."

SHAQ: "I said what I said and I mean it. Challenge me."

DIKEMBE: "I don't complain about the blood I've been swallowing each game."

SHAQ: "Treat me like a game of checkers and play me."

DIKEMBE: "That sounds so stupid."

SHAQ: "Treat me like Sega and play me."

DIKEMBE: "I am not flopping."

SHAQ: "Plaaaaay me!"

Ding-ding! That's it. Rounds over. Go to your neutral corners and get some
water . . .



A study in contrasts

Now, if you are the NBA, you should love this little feud. First of all, it
beats Michael Jordan feuding with himself. Besides, you couldn't have more
different protagonists.

In one corner, you have O'Neal, who was born in Newark. In the other corner,
you have Mutombo, who was born in the Congo.

O'Neal, we know, is 29. Mutombo, we are told, is 34. Some feel he has
underwear older than that.

O'Neal spent one summer working on a rap record. Mutombo spent one summer in
Africa, getting malaria.

O'Neal is barely audible. Mutombo talks like he's calling audibles.

O'Neal's middle name is Rashaun. Mutombo's middle name is one or all of the
following: Mpolondo Mukamba Jean Jacque Wamutombo. (Personally, I don't
understand why Dikembe, who obviously chose to go with just two of his names,
didn't pick "Jean Jacque." He could play basketball and design hair products.)

Anyhow, here in the Philly-L.A. showdown, Shaq and "Jacque" are taking on each
other's pride. Shaq revels in the fact that he can score at will. He says the
only thing that can stop his game is the NBA rules.

"I like to punish people who think they can stop me one-on-one," he says. "I
can't even stop myself one-on-one."

Mutombo, meanwhile, prides himself on his defense. He is the Defensive Player
of the Year, and he likes to wag a warning finger at players whose shots he
swats away.

Of course, he hasn't done a lot of finger-wagging this series.

"I am in the middle of a war," he says.



Felix and Oscar, except taller

If the NBA is smart, it will not discourage this simmering feud, which was
aggravated Sunday in Game 3, after Shaq got called for four offensive fouls
and fouled out. Dikembe didn't notice, Shaq claims, because he was too busy
throwing himself into the air with a phony pained expression.

But Dikembe says he is not backing down. And while he has only scored about
half of what O'Neal has tallied in this series, he is staying pretty close to
Shaq in rebounds, and is drawing the whistles, fairly or unfairly.

"Do not be surprised if there is a Game 7," Mutombo says.

Personally, I don't want to see this end after seven games. I think they're
onto something here. With Dikembe's regal style (he is the most famous face in
his home country and holds a degree in linguistics from Georgetown) and Shaq's
laid-back cool (he has a Superman tattoo, and goes by the rap moniker Shaq
Diesel), they could produce an NBA version of "The Odd Couple."

Two men, sharing a 10,000-square-foot mansion . . .

SHAQ: S'up?

DIKEMBE: You do not know the ways of battle.

SHAQ: G'wan.

DIKEMBE: I follow the path of a warrior for ultimate quest.

SHAQ: Yeah-huh.

DIKEMBE: My mouth is full of blood I am swallowing for the effort of my
country.

SHAQ: For real? Damn.

DIKEMBE: Do you wish to partake of nutritional substance in a commercial
setting of tables and countertops.

SHAQ: Play me.

DIKEMBE: In the ways of battle?

SHAQ: Naw, man. Sega.

Think of the possibilities! Think of the residuals! Think of the ...wardrobe!

Anyhow, we should enjoy this while we can. It's been a long time since two big
men feuded in the NBA. At least on the court. It may not be "The Sopranos,"
but it is certainly "The Bassos." And I, for one, don't want to miss a word.

Somebody get me a ladder.



Contact MITCH ALBOM at 313-223-4581 or  albom@freepress.com. Catch "Albom in
the Afternoon" 3-6 p.m. weekdays on WJR-AM (760) and simulcast on MSNBC 3-5
p.m.
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