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DETROIT FREE PRESS
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Thursday, June 02, 1988
METRO FINAL CHASER
1A
Photo PAULINE LUBENS
MITCH ALBOM
SEE ALSO METRO FINAL EDITION 1A
Copyright (c) 1988, Detroit Free Press
VICTORY!
TAKE THAT BOSTON! PISTONS GO UP 3-2
BOSTON -- In the end, they simply showed too much courage to lose. It's
that simple. The gods of fate who have been stealing these heartbreaking games
from Detroit and handing them to Boston must have watched this one Wednesday
night and finally said: "Enough. Even we can't be this cruel."
Take that. The Pistons beat the Celtics. In overtime. At the Garden. Go
ahead. Rub your eyes. It's still here. Perhaps the greatest win in the
history of the franchise -- certainly the greatest comeback. Final score:
102-96. You want it again? The Pistons lead this Eastern Conference Final,
three games to two, and they're coming home for Game 6.
Take that.
"We don't have to dream about Game 5 last year anymore," John Salley said
in the crowded Detroit locker room afterward. "Tonight was our time. Our
time."
How long had they waited to say that? Here, on the parquet floor, was
everything that always happens in these games -- except the ending. Here was
overtime, Celtics getting a shot, missing, getting the rebound, missing,
getting the rebound -- only to have Robert Parish commit a traveling
violation. Here was Adrian Dantley going to the hoop, where he has been denied
so many times this series, and making the basket and getting the foul. Here
was Boston with the ball and less than a minute to go -- and Jim Paxson
commits an offensive foul.
"REMEMBER WHAT HAPPENED BEFORE!" yelled Dantley as the Pistons huddled
during time-outs. Dantley? He was yelling? "NO LET UP! NO LET UP!"
Twelve men. One mind-set. They had learned all the lessons that bad luck
can teach. All the moral reminders that defeat can show you. Game 4 and Game
2 and last year's Game 7 and Game 5 were planted deep inside, no one would
forget, and now coach Chuck Daly was rasping in what was left of his voice.
"THIS IS WHERE YOU ALWAYS CHOKE BOYS, REMEMBER THAT!" screamed a fan behind
the Detroit bench.
Thanks for the reminder.
Take that.
Isiah? Simply brilliant "I have never been prouder of any team since I've
been in Detroit," said an exhausted but happy Isiah Thomas after the game was
finally over. "We learned from our experience. That's the best thing about
it."
Indeed. And you can begin with Thomas, who was simply brilliant: 35
points, eight rebounds, shooting from everywhere, taking the shot when other
players seemed too hesitant -- all this on the anniversary of the infamous
"Bird Stole The Ball" incident in Game 5 last year.
"I said to myself, 'If we are going to lose, I'm going down shooting.' I
was going to shoot us out or shoot us in."
In for now.
Take that.
And know this: No matter what happens in this series from now on, this was
the night in which the Pistons' belief in themselves finally matched their
basketball potential. They had every reason to lay down and die after the
mountain of bad luck that has accumulated on top of them -- heck, half of us
were expecting it after Game 4, right?
Instead, they showed remarkable faith, coming back from a 16-point
deficit in the third quarter to steal this thing the way the Celtics have
stolen it from them so many times. Suddenly, it was if an angel whispered in
their ears: "You can do it." And they did.
The third quarter was perhaps their finest so far. Here were the Celtics,
shovels in hand, ready to bury them, and the Pistons kicked and scratched and
clawed until they were on their feet. They turned the screws on their defense,
they rediscovered their running game, Dantley returned to the paint, Thomas
tossed up jumper after jumper -- heck, Dennis Rodman even made a few clutch
baskets.
They turned a hot Boston team into a cool Boston team; they literally
sucked the fire out of them. By the end, the Celtics would shoot 12-for-48 in
the second half. But that was not simply bad Boston luck. That was supreme
Detroit effort.
"I've been saying it all along," whispered a hoarse Daly -- who is doing
all this without a contract, remember. "We play well when we're backed into
a corner. I don't know why. But we always do."
"Do you feel confident now about Game 6 back home?" he was asked.
"We'll have to play our hardest, we'll have to have our greatest game. It
would be the biggest win in the history of the franchise."
He grinned.
"And if we lose, I'm not coming back to Boston."
Take that.
Game 4 was valuable lesson Relax. He was kidding. But the fact is, the
Pistons now have won three of these playoff games on paper, and two more in
many people's minds, and they are coming home a different team than they left
after blowing Game 4.
"The difference is we already made that mistake," said Dantley, still
sitting by his locker 30 minutes after the game ended. Few people knew that on
Monday night, sometime after midnight, he called assistant coach Dick
Versace, who lives in the same condominium complex, and said he wanted to look
at the tapes again from Game 4. And he came over to the coach's house and
stayed until 2:30 a.m., memorizing the mistakes so that they would not happen
again. And there he was Wednesday night, urging his teammates to never let up.
There is the difference. There is maturity. The Pistons may have finally
looked in the right place to solve this maddening Celtics puzzle -- inside
themselves. "We haven't broken it yet," cautioned Thomas, "because we haven't
won the series. Until we win the series, we haven't beaten the Celtic
mind-set. We're simply up 3-2."
OK. Good advice. Wednesday night was certainly no guarantee -- there are
no guarantees in this series. But for one moment, one act, one chapter of
this Russian novel that is the Eastern Conference Finals, the Pistons landed a
real blow to the old green devil, smack between the eyes.
Take that.
CUTLINE
Detroit guard Vinnie Johnson raises his fist in triumph as the Pistons pull
away from the Celtics in overtime Wednesday night in Boston. Detroit leads the
best-of-seven series three games to two.
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