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8601270995
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DETROIT FREE PRESS
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860620
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Friday, June 20, 1986
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METRO FINAL
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SPT
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1F
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Photo
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<BYLINE>
MITCH ALBOM
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Copyright (c) 1986, Detroit Free Press
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<HEADLINE>
MILWAUKEE FINDS THE WAY TO MAKE SCOTT SKILES' DAY
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The car pulled up and the young man stepped out and the kids from the
basketball camp ran over and wrapped around him as if he were a cartoon
character come to life. To them there was no past, no  trouble, no jail
sentence -- there was only this guy in shorts and sneakers, Scott Skiles, who
had just been drafted by the Milwaukee Bucks, and they wanted to get close to
him.
This was a special  moment. This was a moment Skiles once thought he might
never see. With the kids surrounding him, he entered the Michigan State
gymnasium, where a pickup game of his old teammates was already in progress
-- he had come to join it -- and a TV reporter was waiting.

  "What's all this?" the reporter asked, pointing to the midget mob.
  "My bodyguards," Skiles said. And he laughed.
  Times change. Scott  Skiles is laughing. Laughing? How long has it been? How
long since every news story didn't snarl at his past? His scuffles with the
law? His 15 days in jail? How long since every photo did not feature  a
brooding face, flammable eyes, a jaw set so grimly that a fist would not budge
it? How long?
  Scott Skiles is laughing.
  "Congratulations," said Larry Polec, his teammate of four years, when Skiles
 reached the court.  "Congratulations," answered Skiles, who knew that Polec,
too, had been drafted that day, by the Pistons.
  And they both laughed some more.
  Fresh faces are what the college draft  brings the NBA each year. But what
does the draft bring those fresh faces? Laughter. A future. And, in certain
cases, a sigh of relief.
  Consider Scott Skiles one of those cases.
The wait is over  Despite his obvious basketball skill -- All- America,
27.4  scoring average -- Skiles, 22, could never be sure what his past would
cost his pro  career.
  On Tuesday, he sat in his parents' house in  Plymouth, Ind., and watched TV
as the flames of possibility were one by one extinguished. New Jersey. Denver.
Houston. All supposedly interested. All took someone else.
  Then Milwaukee's pick came  around. No. 22. The NBA commissioner announced
Skiles' name. And everything changed.
  "My mother screamed, my grandmother screamed, everybody screamed," Skiles
said.
  "And you?" he was asked.
  "I was just sort of dazed," he said. "I was a first-round pick. I was
staying in the Midwest. I was . . . it was great."
  Soon Don Nelson was on the phone. Of all the interested coaches, only
Nelson,  10 days earlier, had taken Skiles aside and said, "I love your
basketball. Tell me about the past.'
  Skiles told him. Told him about the mistakes, the drunken- driving charges.
Told him about the 15  days he had served in a county jail for violating
probation. Told him he'd learned his lesson.
  "What did Nelson say when he got you on the phone?" Skiles was asked.
  "He told me, 'We're happy to  have you,' " Skiles said. 'And I said, 'So am
I.' "
  A few hours later, Skiles was in his car, alone on the highway, driving back
to school for summer classes -- and the pickup game. No shopping for  a
Mercedes. No tuxedo dinners. Basketball.  He sang with the radio as he drove
that highway. He was the same young man he had been that morning. And he was
completely different.Sweet, not bittersweet  There has been speculation
that Skiles was chosen as trade bait, part of a package to be exchanged by the
Bucks for another team's center -- perhaps Seattle's Jack Sikma. Maybe. But
maybe not. Already Indiana has tried to acquire Skiles in a trade. Milwaukee
said it had the guy it wanted.
  "That's part of being a professional," Skiles said. And that -- as soon as
he signs a contract -- is the new  word after his name. Professional. It
replaces other words: troubled, angry, convicted.  He may have to warm the
bench. He says he'll do it. He may yet be traded. So?  "After all that's
happened, was  this bittersweet?" he was asked.
  "No, not really," he said. "Only sweet."  Scott Skiles never denied what he
was accused of doing. Scott Skiles never said that jail was undeserved. Scott
Skiles has  tried to wipe the slate clean and leap into the professional ranks
with no points next to his personality license.
  So take a new picture. With the kids around him, and the jaw loose and
relaxed. Get  it now. Maybe, if men really can grow better from their
mistakes, it will stay that way for a while.
  Scott Skiles is laughing. Times change.
CUTLINE
Scott Skiles
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