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DETROIT FREE PRESS
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881106
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Sunday, November 06, 1988
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METRO FINAL CHASER
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SPT
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1E
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<BYLINE>
MITCH ALBOM
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Copyright (c) 1988, Detroit Free Press
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<HEADLINE>
SHOW ASIDE, PISTONS PROVE THEY'RE BACK, READY TO PLAY
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Chuck Daly stood at center court, the applause wild, the spotlight caressing
him. He held the microphone. He grinned. For a minute I thought he would break
into a snappy rendition of "Mack The Knife." 

  Ah-one, ah-two, ah-three . . . 

  Show biz.
  The Pistons are back, The Palace is open, they played the first game there
Saturday night, after a pre-game festival that included, in no special  order
1) the raising of the Eastern Conference Championship banner 2) brief speeches
by Daly, Isiah Thomas and Bill Davidson 3) a "Welcome to the Palace" video on
the big screen scoreboard, in which  John Salley takes you through the Detroit
locker room.  ("See how high our showers are? A normal shower, I have to bend
over. But here I can stand up straight. Ahhhhh.")
  There was also a basketball  game.
  Against the Charlotte Hornets.
  Our perennial rivals.
  But we will talk about the Hornets in a minute. (Actually, with Kelly
Tripuka, Earl Cureton and coach Dick Harter, the Hornets look  a lot like the
Pistons. At least the way the Pistons used to look. Before they got rid of
Tripucka, Cureton and Harter.)
  But back to the history. Long after people forget the Pistons won 94-85,
they will remember that chilling moment, when it was dark, and everyone waited
in anxious anticipation.
  I am talking about the traffic jam on Lapeer Road. 
  Half the fans missed the opening ceremonies.
  And now, the good news.
The good news is Isiah is healthy and Dantley is healthy and Laimbeer is
healthy and Daly is happy and under contract. Dennis Rodman still shakes a
fist after baskets and Joe  Dumars is still his quiet effective self and  John
Salley is improving all the time, at least when he's not busy working on a new
endorsement deal. The good news, in short, is that the Pistons are back.
  The bad news is that so is that guy who sings "God Bless America,"  a man
who should, and I say this with all due respect, have his throat removed. I
don't know his name. I don't want to know his name.  For years he has been the
most embarrassing part of the Pistons pre-game package. He sings over a
pre-recorded tape. No. He doesn't sing; he warbles. It is remarkable that,
with all the great music in  this city, the Pistons have found a guy who makes
Wayne Newton look soulful. I thought for sure they'd have left him at the
Silverdome, preferably locked in a closet.
  The locker room.
  Can we  talk about the locker room?
  It is said the character of a team can be told by its lockers. Actually, I
just made that up. But the Pistons' locker room at the Palace is different
from the old one  at the Silverdome. And  yet the same. For example, I noticed
the players have all taken their old spots.
  "Did someone assign them this way?" I asked Dumars.
  "No, we came in after the first practice  and sort of grabbed them. It just
came out this way."
  So we have Thomas near the front, once again, and Salley conducting
business in the back. We have Laimbeer, with one empty locker between him  and
the shower. I asked why he didn't just take the closer one.
  "Bad luck" he said. "Whoever's had that seat has wound up gone. Chuck
Nevitt had it. Kent Bentson. Bad luck."
  Well.
  That explains  it.
  By the way, I am told there are many quick exits here for the Pistons,
should they want to avoid the media. I know this to be true,  because, not
long before the game, I was talking with Salley  when I looked up and realized
that Chuck Daly was calling a team meeting and I was the only reporter left.
  "You want me to go?" I asked.
  "Yeah, please," said Daly.
  "OK," I said. And I walked  to the door. And I opened the door.
  And I entered the equipment room.
  "Oops," I said, sheepishly, " how stupid. I mean, I should have known, you
know, I mean--"
  "Try the door on the left,"  said Daly.
  "Right," I said.
But about those Hornets. First of all, you must feel sorry for an expansion
team. Especially an expansion team that plays in North Carolina and has to
wear special uniforms  created by world-famous fashion designer Alexander
Julian. I am not sure how to describe these uniforms, except to say they are
the color of swimming pools, and the shorts are pleated. I am not making this
up. Pleated. I guess you just throw a sports coat over them and go out for
dinner.
  Now. I am sure these outfits will be well received in artsy circles, such
as  Andy Warhol's )Interview magazine.  Which is nice. But on the court they
look like sissies. You remember the TV show, "The Green Hornet"? These guys
are "The Tourquise Green Hornets."
  But enough about Charlotte.
  Here are some  historic firsts:
  First NBA basket scored in the Palace: Joe Dumars.
  First NBA official to be cursed by an entire Palace section: Earl Strom.
  First fan to leave Palace early: the woman in  the mink coat, who departed
10 minutes into the second quarter.
  And when the game was over, someone asked Laimbeer the million-dollar
question: "How does the Palace compare to the Silverdome?" 
  Laimbeer: "The parking is better."
  So all in all, it was a historic evening, if not a memorable game, and I'm
sure this is the start of wonderful things in the Palace. The lights are good.
The  sound is great. The only drawbacks I can see about this place  are  that
the seats are expensive and that silly man is still doing "God Bless America."
  But we can solve this very simply: You know  what I suggest? I suggest we
start each game with Chuck Daly, center court, singing "Embraceable You."
That's what I suggest.
  Ah-one, ah-two, ah-three . . . 
  Mitch Albom will host a new sports-talk  show, "The Sunday Sports Albom"
every Sunday from 9 to 11 p.m. on WLLZ-FM (98.7). Tonight's  guest is Kirk
Gibson.
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DPISTONS;BASKETBALL;Pistons
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