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DETROIT FREE PRESS
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900110
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Wednesday, January 10, 1990
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METRO FINAL
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SPT
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1C
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MITCH ALBOM
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Copyright (c) 1990, Detroit Free Press
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ISN'T IT ABOUT TIME DUMARS GOT HIS DUE?
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He came back to the bench during every time-out, sweating like a coal
miner. He did not look up, not at the screaming crowd, not at his teammates,
not at his coaches. He had a semi- dazed expression  that seemed to say,
"Don't bother me, now. I'm working."

  Work out, Joey. If that's how you do it. People may have paid big money
to come to the Palace Tuesday and watch Michael Jordan play basketball.  But
what they got was a stage full of No. 4 in your programs, Mr. Average Joe,
doing everything Jordan was supposed to do: scoring, driving, leaving his
defenders with drool hanging from their lips.

  "Broadway Joe!" cooed John Salley in the locker room, after Joe Dumars led
the Pistons to their sixth victory in a row, 100-90. "Broadway Jooooooe!"
  Well, not exactly. Yes, he did score 28 points  in 33 minutes, shooting as
if he'd never left those hot gymnasiums in Natchitoches, La. And yes, he did
defend Jordan -- which some folks say is like defending God -- with sticky,
sweaty stubbornness,  holding his highness to just 16 points, or as many as
Dumars had in the first quarter.
  But the only thing Broadway about this Joe is his statistics. The rest is
pure steel worker. How tough was  his defense? I can't remember one
significant play Jordan made. And he was in there for most of the game. He did
not get a dunk on Dumars until 17 seconds were left in the third quarter. By
then the  Pistons led by 15 points. Gee. What will ESPN show on its highlight
program?
  How about this: Dumars swishing four in a row to start the game, a
17-footer, a 16-footer, a 15-footer, a top of the  key bang. Dumars driving
the lane, losing the ball, chasing it down, and throwing up an archer that
bounced in anyhow. Dumars taking Jordan to the baseline, spinning away as if
rocket- propelled, and  coming underneath the backboard for a reverse lay-up.
  "I didn't expect him to do that," Jordan would admit later, sheepishly. "I
studied the film on him. He usually goes to his left."
  Surprise.
 Dumars vs. Jordan: A Classic 
  And no surprise. The news came out Tuesday morning that Jordan and Magic
Johnson will be paid $1 million to play each other one-on-one this summer
before a nationwide  TV audience. Notice how Dumars wasn't invited?
  "What do you think you versus Jordan would fetch on the pay-per-view
matchup?" Dumars was asked in the locker room.
  He laughed. "About $100."
  I'll take that ticket. And so should you. Because, here, folks, in our own
backyard, is a player who is no longer up and coming. He has arrived. He
deserves to be mentioned with the top guards in  the game, every time, every
bit of him.
  "Everyone knows he's great defensive player. But they don't realize how
great he is on offense, too. Hey, he was the MVP of the playoffs."
  You know who  said that? Michael Jordan. His continual match-ups with
Dumars -- remember last May? -- are classic duels, every bit as significant in
their own way as Chamberlain vs. Russell, or Bird vs. Magic. Oh,  it may not
seem that way at first glance because Dumars -- the son of a Louisiana truck
driver, who once told his son "You got a good job there, playing basketball.
Hang onto it" -- refuses to bathe  in the waters of self-promotion. 
  The fact is, I am yet to see his head turned by the success of 1989. Not
one inch. His voice is just as soft. His words just as unassuming. Which is
more than I  can say about some of his teammates.
  "Aw, we just got off to a good start," he said of his performance Tuesday.
"Getting hot like that allowed us to take more chances on defense."
  "But you  were the one who got hot," a reporter pointed out.
  "Well, that's what I meant by we."
  "Can you tell when you've really got your shot going like you did in the
first quarter?" someone asked.
  "Uh-huh," he said, straight-faced, "it's just common sense."
 Stay just the way you are, Joe 
  Exactly. When they fall, he's hot. When Jordan can't score, he's doing a
job on defense. And when  a guy is this good, he shouldn't have to be
second-tier in anybody's opinion. Why doesn't Dumars have the huge shoe
contract? Why doesn't Dumars get the commercials? Do you know how hard it is
to defend Jordan and score 28 points?
  Well. You know what? Personally, selfishly, I hope he never gets
interested in that national spotlight. Who needs all that noise? It's more fun
this way, a Tuesday in  the middle of winter, where, without fanfare, without
music, basketball history is being made. We are getting to watch Joe Dumars
play basketball. One day, that's going to make a helluva story for the
grandkids.
  "Did you know the Pistons are 11-1 when you score 24 points or more?"
Dumars was asked.
  He shrugged. "I just happened to play well in those games."
  And they're paying Jordan  and Magic Johnson a  million bucks?
  They ought to let Dumars get the winner. 
  Double or nothing.
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