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8801270219
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DETROIT FREE PRESS
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880616
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Thursday, June 16, 1988
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METRO EDITION
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SPT
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1E
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<BYLINE>
MITCH ALBOM
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<MEMO>
SEE ALSO METRO FINAL EDITION 1E
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Copyright (c) 1988, Detroit Free Press
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<HEADLINE>
YOU WANT TRENDS? JUST ASK MR. STYLE
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All right, basketball fans. I am back for my annual visit. You know me. I
am your Halston. Your Gucci. I am the man who, each year, looks at the NBA
final and says, "This is what the kids will be  doing on the courts this
summer."

  Call me the trend-setter. Call me Mr. Style. Remember Magic Johnson's
baby-hook last year? I called that. Made a fortune. Remember Larry Bird
rubbing the bottom  of his shoes two years ago? My call. Made a fortune.

  And now that this championship series between the Pistons and Lakers has
reached Game 5, or what we in the business call the "critical" stage  (the
point at which viewers actually will sit through the second quarter without
being paid) I am back. I have completed my study. You want to be ready for
tonight's big game? You want to cheer the  cool and jeer the fool? Let's talk
shop.
  
WHAT'S HOT: Kissing.
WHAT'S NOT: The high five.
  Have you been watching this final series? Isiah Thomas and Magic Johnson
exchange kisses before each  game. I see this as a big summer trend. In
playgrounds all across America, guys named Bubba and T-Bone will be smooching
before the jump. In France, they will kiss twice. WARNING: One kiss per
contest  is all that is fashionable. We don't want players getting engaged.
  And the high five? It's out. Dead. Gonzo. It will only be accepted as a
substitute to kissing when one of the players has a cold.
WHAT'S  HOT: Lying on your stomach.
WHAT'S NOT: Sitting on the bench.
  Perhaps you've noticed: The Pistons have taken a horizontal approach to
these championships. Rickey  Mahorn, with a bad back, was the  first to spend
his time-outs on his belly. Then, Tuesday night, Thomas, also with a bad back,
joined him on the floor.  I see big things here. I see entire YMCA teams, flat
on their stomachs, discussing  strategy. This, however, could limit the pacing
of a nervous coach.  COACH: Jones! Get out there!
  PLAYER: Get off my hand and I will.
  Sitting on the bench, meanwhile, is for squares. Just  ask Kurt Rambis.
WHAT'S HOT: Hating the refs.
WHAT'S NOT: Hating Tom Heinsohn.
  The Celtics are gone. Why bother with Heinsohn? Hating Earl Strom,
however, is a subject that should be taught in  schools.
WHAT'S HOT: Rubbing your head.
WHAT'S NOT: Rubbing your shoes.
  Credit Adrian Dantley with this fashion milestone. Watch him at the foul
line, or before he drives the lane. He rubs his head with one hand, then the
other. I am not sure whether he's drying his palms, or getting them wet. Maybe
he just wants that smooth stylish look. I don't know. I don't care. I love it.
Rub and roll.
  On the other hand, wiping the soles of your shoes is out. History. Larry
Bird made this popular for a while, until people realized that if you play
basketball anywhere near dogs, you're asking for  trouble.WHAT'S HOT: Rappin'
John Salley.
WHAT'S NOT: Robot Robert Parish.
  Talking is cool in the NBA, and nobody does it like Salley. His nickname
is Mouth Almighty. He made it up himself. In a single 24-hour span of this
final, Salley said: 1) "Yo, Gary Shandling! A white guy with big lips!" 2)
"Hey, Kareem! I'll shave your head for you." 3) "I haven't jumped that high
since some kids were  chasin' me in Brooklyn."
  Quiet men, meanwhile, are passe. Remember Robert Parish? His last known
words were: "Mom, the school bus is here." And look where he is now.
WHAT'S HOT: Dancing janitors.
WHAT'S  NOT: Laker Girls.
  The latest in Time-Out Entertainment is that custodian at the Silverdome
who dances with his broom at midcourt. Very hip. Mop men everywhere will be
doubling their fees.
  The  Laker Girls, meanwhile, are just a dozen or so gorgeous California
witch women, whom you can see at any decent restaurant out there.  (NOTE: I
may be willing to reconsider, if any of the Laker girls  would like to call me
about it. Say, 8 o'clock?)
WHAT'S HOT: Mothers.
WHAT'S NOT: Owners.
  Did you see who was cooking the post-game food for the Lakers at the
Silverdome? Magic Johnson's mother.  Trendy. Very trendy. I see moms across
America following their kids to gymnasiums, a spatula in one hand, and a
warming tray of beef goulash in the other. Very trendy.
  Owners, of course, are out.  They were never in. Especially that Lakers
guy, Jerry Buss. Button your shirt, buddy. We know what a hairy chest looks
like.
WHAT'S HOT: The Pistons.
WHAT'S NOT: The Lakers.
  Hate to say it, LA.  But the Midwest is in this year. Minnesota won the
World Series, right?  Fans have jumped on the Pistons' bandwagon, because
their guys are likable, they work hard, and their coach doesn't look like  an
investment banker. It is for this reason that Detroit will not only win
tonight but on the coast as well, wrapping up the championship. Jocks across
the country will then immediately start playing  "Piston basketball" -- which
means most will be dead by August.
  As for the Lakers? Well. Let's be honest. We've seen that look before, and
quite frankly, gentlemen, purple and yellow never went  well together. I don't
care how many uniforms you sew.
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COLUMN;HUMOR;CRITICISM;BASKETBALL;NBA FINALS;LIST
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