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DETROIT FREE PRESS
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900427
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Friday, April 27, 1990
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METRO FINAL
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SPT
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1D
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Photo Color ALAN KAMUDA
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Mark Aguirre reacts after being called for a foul.
Isiah Thomas (center) goes up for rebound as Bill Laimbeer
(left) and Dennis Rodman look on against Indiana.
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<BYLINE>
MITCH ALBOM
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<MEMO>
SEE ALSO METRO FINAL CHASER EDITION, Page 1D
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Copyright (c) 1990, Detroit Free Press
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<HEADLINE>
CONCENTRATION THE DIFFERENCE
IN OPENER AGAINST INDIANA
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The season begins now. You can forget all those January nights in Denver
when you just want to get to the buzzer and get to the plane and get out of
town. Inside the Palace Thursday night, the minutes  ticked down and the
Pistons marched purposefully through the tunnel, heads up, eyes glazed, like
rock stars sucking in the last breath before they leap onstage.

  "Everything changes today," Joe Dumars  had said an hour earlier, in the
locker room. "There are big games during the season, sure, when the race gets
tight or it's a big opponent. But this is different. The playoffs are what you
wait for. These really count. You're driving in your car today and it's like,
'OK. Now we start.' "

  Now we start. After the 82 prelims. After all those warm-up acts. After
all the forgotten nights when it's  snowing and the malls are open and
football is on the tube. Now we start.
  And this is what it looks like: Indiana's Vern Fleming goes in for what
should be an easy lay-up and suddenly James Edwards rises like a crane, he's a
monster of arms, and Fleming throws it away; Dumars ducks his head and drives
into Reggie Miller like a small bull, draws the whistle, then fades backwards,
never losing his  view, and launches a shot that drops and counts, three-point
play; Dennis Rodman becomes a suitcase around Chuck Person, the best scorer on
the Pacers, and Person gets three shots in the first 15 minutes.  
  So it begins.
  And this is how it ends. Vinnie Johnson gets the playground look in the
fourth quarter and pushes three straight into the hoop, a leaner, a laner, a
17-footer; Isiah Thomas grabs  a long rebound in mid-air and -- before his
feet kiss the ground -- whips it length of the court to Rodman, who banks it
home; John Salley comes to life and scores 20, grabbing his own rebounds and
popping  them in, playing one of his best games all season. 
  Pistons win, 104-92. This is the way it is with champions at playoff time.
They know when the big dogs howl. The music plays and you can see it  on their
faces, the focus, the heat, the sweat dripping from their chins before the
game is 10 minutes old. If the Pistons win the title come June, this will be
the reason. It's called concentration.  It brings you glory. 
  "We needed a hard game, and we got it," Chuck Daly said. "We just have to
keep protecting it at home. We better have intensity at playoff time, or we'll
never win it."
  Intensity? They'll have it. Sure, some cynics will say Detroit had a
19-point lead and had to fight in the last quarter to win it -- against a
weaker opponent such as the Pacers. These people know nothing  about pro
sports. 
  Basketball teaches you how to dance and fly; the NBA teaches you patience.
If you're smart, you realize the real game goes from October to June and you
don't worry about every little sputter or choke, just like you don't worry
about every lead change. You just worry about the big things, your head, your
focus. And of course, victory. The Pistons won 25 of 26 games during one
magnificent stretch of this season, and yet, in the closing weeks, they let up
a bit and people immediately began to wonder: "Are they losing their edge?"
  I asked Dumars about this, and he laughed.  "Nobody goes like this the
whole time," he said, pushing his hand up like a rocket. "Just like nobody
sprints for a mile."
  Right. Pacing. That is what the NBA is all about. The season requires it.
And know this: The playoffs are a season to themselves. There will be ups and
downs over the next six weeks. At times the Pistons will look vulnerable,
maybe beatable. Few people remember that during  last year's glory run, the
series against Chicago was shaky, and critics wondered aloud if the Pistons
would even survive the Bulls. 
  Two weeks later, they were being sprayed with champagne. 
  "It's like I tell people," Salley said. "If we won every game, you
wouldn't come out to watch."
  So that's one win in the new season. There will be more. Indiana is a nice
little team, but you  can forget them against Detroit. If they keep rebounding
like Thursday, it's three games and out. What was the edge? Detroit 46, Pacers
32? Either you get more than one shot against the Pistons defense  or you
better make all your first shots. The Pacers did neither. At times, they
looked good. At times, they looked as out of sync as a British Prime Minister
trying the moonwalk.
  "This is the time  of year we have to turn it on," said Edwards, who led
the Detroit scoring with 21 points. "And we did. We shut them down in the
fourth quarter. Our defense did it."
  Defense. It is something that  Detroit has a lock on. Other teams will get
hot, they will shoot well, but they will not be able to get defensive the way
the Pistons can. If anything, that will carry them to the finals.
  That and  concentration. You want one more example? Somewhere during the
second half, Daly split his pants. Big hole. He never noticed. As the buzzer
sounded he was still screaming at the refs, underwear showing  and everything.
  Playoffs.
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COLUMN;  DPISTONS;Pistons
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