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9101170401
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DETROIT FREE PRESS
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910426
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Friday, April 26, 1991
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METRO FINAL
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SPT
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1D
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<BYLINE>
MITCH ALBOM
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<COPYRIGHT>
Copyright (c) 1991, Detroit Free Press
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<HEADLINE>
PISTONS LETTER-PERFECT:IT'S SIMPLE AS A,B,C
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OK. You're at a cocktail party. You're standing on the table. You're
waving your arms, howling like a moose, you've got the whole room listening to
you. . . . 

  And you blank out. You were about  to tell them why the Pistons will win
their third straight NBA championship, starting with Game 1 of the playoffs
tonight at the Palace. You were about to tell them why the other NBA teams are
not that good, why the Pistons have nothing  to fear, now that Earl Strom has
retired.

  But you blank out. Your mind goes dead. You're standing there, mumbling,
"I . . . uh . . . wait a second. . . ."
  Never fear. I have prepared the following alphabetical list of reasons why
the Pistons can indeed three-peat -- 26 reasons from A to Z. This way, all you
need do is remember the alphabet, which you  already know. I hope.
  Ready? Here we go.  
A  is for Atlanta, the Pistons' first opponent; if they're  so tough, how come
Detroit swept them this season?
B  is for Boston, the likely second-round  opponent; if they're so tough, how
come everyone keeps picking Indiana to upset them?
C  is for Chicago, the likely third-round opponent; if they're so tough . . .
um . . . if they're so tough . . .  um . . . well . . . let's come back to
this one.
D  is for Denver. Or dead. Same thing.
E  is for Earvin, as in Johnson, and we don't have to worry about him until
the Finals, right?
F  is for forward,  where the Celtics were always the strongest. But right
now, with Kevin McHale a bench player and Larry Bird in perpetual back spasms,
the top starting forward on that team is . . . Kevin Gamble.
G  is for . . . Gamble?
  No, G is for guard, where the Pistons have been thin all year. But the
fact is, tonight, they open the playoffs with Isiah Thomas, Joe Dumars, Vinnie
Johnson and Gerald Henderson, the same quartet they had last June, when
everyone was calling them "the backcourt of the century."
H  is for Hastings, Scott, who really ought to introduce himself to Chuck
Daly. Just in case Daly  says, "Who's that tall guy that just got on our bus?"
I  is for inexperience, which will bring down any western team the Pistons
face in the Finals. Except for LA or Portland. And because I haven't  reached
the L's or P's yet, why worry about them?
J  is for Jordan, Michael Jordan, king of the universe, ruler of the planet,
master of all he surveys. But if he's so tough . . . um . . . we'll get  back
to this one.
K  is for Koncak, Jon Koncak, the Atlanta center, who, for all that money,
still averages a whopping 4.1 points. Here is what I want to know: When Jack
McCloskey watches this guy play, does he have to cover his mouth to keep from
laughing?
L  is for Lakers, who don't all have the same desire as Magic Johnson, no
matter how much of his salary he gives them.
M  is for Moses Malone,  once unstoppable at center. Tonight, however, you'll
see an older, slower version sitting on the Atlanta bench,  giving new meaning
to the phrase, "Go down, Moses."
N  is for New York Knicks, who ought  to be eliminated from the playoffs in,
oh -- let me check my watch -- about five minutes.
O  is for Olden Polynice. He doesn't have anything to do with the playoffs. I
just like saying his name.
P  is for Portland. And for pray. And for please. As in,  "Let us pray
someone beats Portland, please. Amen."
Q  is for, um . . . Q . . . let me see . . . Q.
R  is for Rollins, Tree Rollins, who really  should introduce himself to Chuck
Daly. Just in case Daly says, "Who's that tall guy sitting next to Hastings?"
S  is for Sam Perkins, also known as Sam (Has The Game Started Yet?) Perkins.
And if he's  the guy to lead the Lakers back to the title, I'm Meryl Streep.
T  is for toe. Joe Dumars' toe. Step on it, we kill you.
U  is for the Utah Jazz, who would probably have to beat Phoenix, Portland and
 LA just to reach the Finals. By that time, they'd be dead from exhaustion.
V  is for Vinnie. Don't forget, everyone wrote him off last year, too, and
there he was, in the final game, hitting that jumper  with :00.7 on the clock.
W  is for wrist. Isiah's wrist. Touch it and we kill you.
X  is for Xavier McDaniel of the Phoenix Suns. I have nothing to say about
him, but he was the only X.
Y  is for  young players. The Pistons don't have any. Good. They only get in
the way during the playoffs.
Z  is for Zincus Cum Pistoniauns Trias, which, in Greek, means "Pistons win
three in a row."
  Actually,  I made that last one up. But if they're still listening to you
at this point, they'll believe anything.
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<KEYWORDS>
COLUMN; HUMOR; ALPHABET; DPISTONS;Pistons
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