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8701230552
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DETROIT FREE PRESS
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870511
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Monday, May 11, 1987
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METRO FINAL
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SPT
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1F
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MITCH ALBOM
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Copyright (c) 1987, Detroit Free Press
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<HEADLINE>
FIZZLING HAWKS OFFENSE LACKS ITS CUSTOMARY POP
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They are a like a Fourth of July sparkler down to its final seconds of
flame. Where are the Atlanta Hawks now? Where is the team that stepped on
everybody in the final month of the regular season?  Where is the slam-jam,
the midair excellence of Dominique Wilkins, the mile-a-minute breaks that left
opponents with their mouths open?

  "This is not the best basketball your team can play, right?" someone asked
forward Kevin Willis after the Hawks dropped their second game of the weekend
to the Pistons, 89-88, and fell behind, three games to one, in this
best-of-seven playoff series. "What we  saw up here? You've got to be
frustrated with that, right?"

  "Well, I thought we played great today," he said. "Both teams played
great."
  "Great"?
  "Good. . . . Both teams played good."
  "Good"?
  "We played pretty good."
  Keep going, Kevin. When you get down to "tight," let us know. These were
the "explosive" Hawks? The guys in the red and gold uniforms who scored 99 and
88 points  their last two games, shot a combined 44 percent, and left nobody
with their mouths open except those yawning in the first half of Sunday's
squeeze of a contest?
  Nuh-uh. The Pistons may  have been  only one point less tight than the
Hawks Sunday, but at least they got some magic when they needed it. Isiah
Thomas sank the last miracle of both the third and fourth quarters, the former
a buzzer-beating,  45-foot heave, the latter a baseline toss that sent the
crowd into hysterics and the Pistons to within one win of where no Detroit
team has ever gone before -- the NBA conference final.
  And Atlanta?  The team that  made people shiver, shake, and say things
like: "Look out, these guys are awesome. Watch. They'll beat Boston"?
  Yeah. Well. Maybe at a celebrity golf tournament somewhere. Right now,  if
the Hawks don't do everything right for three straight games, they can go home
and watch the Celtics on the cable TV station that pays their salaries.
  Played great? Did he really say played great?
  "Well . . . decently," said Willis.

Atlanta's fire smoldering

  Remember, this is an Atlanta team that  finished the regular season with a
24-3 brushfire, won the Central Division going away,  challenged Boston for
the the best record in the East, and had TV producers setting all their
countless rebounds and slam dunks to specially produced disco music. So sure
were the Hawks of their impending  good fortune that they began to talk about
the Celtics before they had taken care of Indiana.
  And Sunday, after Wilkins -- who is clearly hurting from a bruised left
calf -- shot seven-for-23, and  Willis, the glass man, got just seven
rebounds, and John Battle, a reserve guard, was their co-high scorer with 19
points -- after all that, they mostly acted as if  nothing was wrong.
  Which is usually  a sign that something is.
  "This sounds simple," said Hawks coach Mike Fratello, whose weaknesses are
showing more and more as this series goes on. "But if we made our shots, it's
a different ball  game."
  You're right. That's simple.
  Here are some facts to go with all this smoke. Wilkins has been mortal
these past two games; his spinning moves are gone to the injury; his
intimidating dunks  have been too few to matter. Doc Rivers, the point guard,
is suffering from Isiah Thomas disease, and the fever has sapped his
confidence and his scoring touch. Willis has been nicely handled by Ricky
Mahorn -- who is going to punch the guy in the jaw one of these games, you
just know it -- and the Hawks, way over .500 during the season, are 4-4 in the
playoffs.
  "Game 2 back home (a 115-102 victory)  was the only game where you've
really seen the Atlanta Hawks," said Wilkins.
  Hey. What do you know? A slice of honesty.
Pistons have the edge

  Fittingly, it was the Pistons who had a better  explanation for Atlanta's
struggles Sunday.
  "We're both playing great defensively," said Thomas. "When teams do that in
the playoffs, there are no easy baskets, no transition baskets, everything
you get you have to fight for. And the team that fights the hardest is the
team that wins."
  On Sunday, neither team was excellent. But Detroit could count on its ace,
and the Hawks could not. Battle  -- not Wilkins -- wound up with their last
two scoring chances and he blew both.
  Suffice it to say the Hawks have reasons for their struggles, even if they
won't admit them. And so far the Pistons  have had the edge it takes to win --
the same edge everyone was giving Atlanta before this series began.
  "This team really isn't playing up to its potential right now, is it?"
Fratello was asked.
  "I don't know how to answer that question," he said curtly.
  How's this, Mike? One more and you're out.
  Have fun.
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COLUMN;BASKETBALL;SERIES;PLAYOFF;DETROIT;DPISTONS;ATLANTA
HAWKS;Pistons
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