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8701250148
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DETROIT FREE PRESS
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870520
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Wednesday, May 20, 1987
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METRO FINAL CHASER
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SPT
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1D
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<BYLINE>
MITCH ALBOM
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SEE ALSO METRO FINAL EDITION 1D
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Copyright (c) 1987, Detroit Free Press
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<HEADLINE>
AN ALARMING BEGINNING: PISTONS MISS GREAT CHANCE
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BOSTON -- As the fourth quarter was about to begin Tuesday night, Pistons
center Bill Laimbeer leaned into his team's huddle, sweat dripping from his
chin, and yelled, "We can still win this thing!  Come on! Come on!"

  You can understand his reminder. Up to that point, the Pistons had played
as if victory was simply not on the menu in this venue. 

  A rule of basketball: You can't set your  alarm clock for the final
quarter. That's like waking up at five to nine, like cramming all of European
history as you walk to the final exam. By the time the Pistons found some
range, some drop on their shots, some movement in this playoff series opener,
well, the Celtics had found some, too. "Up to that point, as bad as things
were going, we still could have won if we just got rolling," said a puzzled
Isiah Thomas, who found the rims closed to his shots all night long. "But we
never got rolling."
  Let's be clear. We are not talking about very good basketball here. For
most of this 104-91 Boston  victory  it was a bad, clanking, air-ball, poorly
refereed game. Both teams. And this was the playoffs. 
  Having said that, there were  still a winner and a loser, and when this war
is finally settled,  the Pistons  may be looking back on Tuesday night as the
golden opportunity that got away.
  How many shots did they miss? How many passes to the wrong hands? How bad
was it?
  "I'll never shoot  like that again," said Thomas, who finished  6-for-24.
  "Didn't get the rolls," mumbled Adrian Dantley, who finished 7-for-17.
  "Too much standing around," said Laimbeer, who wound up 5- for-12.
  Shoot. Miss. Shoot. Miss. It was as if a big champagne bottle was imported
from Detroit, all shook up, and then at game time the cork just kind of fell
out.
  No pop.
'We have no excuses'
  Remember,  this was supposed to be a Pistons team that was more ready for
the Celtics than the Celtics were for it.  A hot team. A rested team. But
Thomas was not the Thomas he can be, and Laimbeer was not the  Laimbeer he can
be and Dantley was not the  . . . well, you get the picture. How many missed
shots? How much standing around? Who were these guys in the Detroit uniforms?
  Well. This is the difference  between playing the Atlanta Hawks and playing
the Boston Celtics. The Pistons, who shot 35.8 percent in the first half
Tuesday night, had similar bad first halves against Atlanta and still won.
That's  because Atlanta matched their ineptitude, and ultimately outdid it.
  You can't expect that from Boston.
  "The Pistons really felt they could take this one," someone said to Boston
coach K.C. Jones.
  "Well, this was their best chance to catch us," he admitted. Of course. The
Celtics had just finished a grueling seven-game series with Milwaukee on
Sunday. They were walking around like old men. Robert  Parish was hurting and
Kevin McHale was hurting and Danny Ainge did not even dress. They played bad
basketball for most of three quarters Tuesday, but OK. They were the sore
ones. Why was the Detroit  offense so stiff?
  Chuck Daly blamed "overzealousness."  Vinnie Johnson blamed a desire to
out-quick the Celtics. Laimbeer simply said: "We have no excuses."
  Whatever. Slowly, gradually, the Celtics  rose. They began to hit their
shots. Larry Bird, cold all night, still found the open man with the pass.
Parish came alive, stuffed in one late basket after another, and the Boston
team seemed to say,  "Hey, even hurt we can take these guys."
  And on this night, they did.
'Good guys' win in end
  Remember how the stage was set here. This is a supposedly "injured" Boston
team that is reeling like  Charles Bronson in the finale of one of those
vigilante films, bleeding and gasping and knocking off one bad guy only to
turn and find another jumping  from the ceiling. The Pistons are the new
enemy,  the new knife-wielder, and yet there was a feeling here, as there
always is in hero stories, that the good guys aren't really that hurt, that
they will always win in the end. In Boston, the good guys  wear green.
  So they came alive when they had to, and the Pistons missed a chance to
catch Boston with its greatness down. True, Detroit has some greatness of its
own. It can only hope that it shows up for Game 2 Thursday night --  sometime
before the fourth quarter.
  Yes, this was a weird one, this was bad, this was unusual and will not be
repeated, not by teams this good.
  But it counts,  just the same.
  "It was an ugly game," Thomas said.
  "I'll take this ugly game," Jones said.
  That about says it all.
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COLUMN;REACTION;BASKETBALL;PLAYOFF;DPISTONS;BOSTON CELTICS;Pistons
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