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DETROIT FREE PRESS
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900514
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Monday, May 14, 1990
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METRO FINAL
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SPT
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1D
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Photo WILLIAM ARCHIE;Chart
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New  York's Kenny Walker hurdles John Salley, but Walker scored
only tow points in 25 minutes.
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MITCH ALBOM
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Copyright (c) 1990, Detroit Free Press
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JOE D., WORM AND FRIENDS TAKE BITE OUT OF BIG APPLE
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NEW YORK --  Didya  hear the one about Patrick Ewing not scoring a point in
the entire first half? Heh heh. Pretty funny, huh? Or how about the one where
Dennis Rodman gets Chuck Daly to let him  guard Ewing, then tells his
teammates: "Don't double-team! Let me take him myself!" Ha! What a scream.
Wait. Here's a good one: Joe Dumars, last year's championship MVP, sits for
seven long minutes down  the stretch --  why? who knows why? -- then comes off
the bench and scores the Pistons' last 13 points of the afternoon.

  "Weird," said John Salley when this was all over. Weird? What's really weird
 is that it was all true. And the Pistons won. They regained control of their
playoff march by beating the Knicks, 102-90, in a game that may have set a
record for blinking at the stat sheet. 

  Let's  begin with Ewing, the reigning Big Kahuna of the NBA. In case you
missed it in Game 3 Saturday, Ewing ate the Pistons for lunch, scoring 45
points and spending most of the time in midair, which isn't  easy, with three
referees in your pocket.
  But look. What a difference a day makes. Was that really Ewing at halftime
Sunday, with no points and six minutes next to his name?
  It was. Take this  down, kids. It may never happen again. In his own
building, before he even broke a sweat, Patrick Ewing got whistled for an
offensive foul. Four minutes later, he got whistled for another. He sat for
the rest of the first quarter, came back in to start the second and --
"squeeek!" -- got called for another foul within nine seconds. Whoa. In New
York? With that crowd? I hereby nominate referee Jack Madden for the
Congressional Medal Of Honor. If he's still alive this morning.
  "Were you surprised at that third whistle?" the New York media demanded to
know after the game.
  "I had no problem  with it," said a tight-lipped Bill Laimbeer,
tight-lipped, no doubt, to keep from smiling.
  "Surprised?" said Salley. "No. I just breathed a sigh of relief." He did
his best mug for the camera. "I  will say it was nice to have some great refs
for a change."
  Wait. It gets funnier.
  You would think, with Ewing sitting the  second quarter, the Pistons would
race away to the promised land, right?  Wrong. For some reason, they could not
shake the significantly smaller No-Patrick lineup, and actually fell behind a
few times.
  Then came the second half. Ah. This was interesting. Clearly the referees
must have taken some oxygen during the break, because suddenly, they were
blowing whistles like traffic cops. Among the more interesting calls?
Laimbeer, who went the first half with no fouls, picking  up three within 98
seconds. The typically friendly New York crowd responded with a chorus of
"LAIMBEER S----."
  I love New York.
  Laimbeer, however, was nothing compared to Salley, who could have  made a
fortune Sunday if he got paid every time the announcer said his name. In one
two-minute stretch, Salley: 1) blocked a shot by Ewing; 2) blocked a shot by
Charles Oakley; 3) got slapped with a  technical foul for hanging on the rim;
4) fouled Ewing; 5) got called for a lane violation during  the free throw.
  Well. At least the crowd knew who he was.
  Did we mention Rodman? We should.  Somewhere in the middle of all this
mess, Rodman drew the assignment of guarding Ewing, who came back in the
second half with a sign around his neck that read: "If any ref blows a whistle
on me this  half, I will eat his children." Naturally, Patrick played the rest
of the way, scored 30 points and never even got a scolding look from a
referee.
  Meanwhile, the Pistons' defenders were dropping  like flies. Laimbeer got
in foul trouble. James Edwards got in foul trouble. Salley . . . well, you
know about Salley. And all game long, Rodman kept urging his coach, "Let me
have Patrick. I can take  Patrick."
  Finally, Daly agreed. Rodman told the other Pistons: "Don't worry about me.
I got him." And there goes little Dennis on Big Bad Patrick. And he did a good
job. He even blocked a Ewing shot  by soaring to the third balcony. "I'm just
glad he shot that ball instead of pump faking," Rodman said later, "or I would
have been flying up there looking pretty stupid."
  Anyhow, the Pistons don't  have to worry about such appearances anymore.
They look fine in this series. They should wrap it up Tuesday and be done with
the St. Patrick show. The Knicks played some tough basketball on their home
court, but their game is not deep enough to beat Detroit without the help of a
friendly officiating crew. And even then, it's a close match.
  But wait. We forgot about Dumars. As we said, he sat for seven minutes in
the third and fourth quarters, then came in and scored the last 13. When asked
later about his odd playing time, he said: "On this team you just have to wait
your turn. It's like being  in a classroom where all the students know the
answer. You just have to see who the teacher calls on."
  When the teacher called, he responded. Take that, plus typical Pistons
defense, some good double-teaming,  some fine press-breaking, terrific
rebounding by Rodman, and good shooting all the way around (57.7 percent), and
you have a victory. We won't even tell you about Isiah Thomas stuffing Mo
Cheeks, or  Rodman hitting two free throws in a row, after missing all but one
since the regular season ended, or the two illegal defense calls within seven
seconds.
  Weird? Sure. But then, we should have known  it was going to be this kind
of afternoon when John McEnroe, the original Mr. Tantrum, came to the game
wearing a hat that read "Don't Worry, Be Happy." Yeah. Sure. Next thing you
know, they'll be telling us the Phoenix Suns are about to eliminate the LA
Lakers.
  They what?
THOSE BATTLIN' BIG MEN 
Patrick Ewing, Knicks center
CATEGORY  GAME 1  GAME 2  GAME 3 GAME 4AVERAGE
Minutes  30  35  45  30  35.00
Field goals 9-18  9-20  14-24  9-18  51.3 percent
Free throws 1-2  2-2  17-18  12-12  94.1 percent
Rebounds  4  10  13  7  8.50
Assists  1  0  6  2  2.25
Fouls  4  4  4  3  3.75
Points  19  20  45  30  28.50
James Edwards, Pistons power forward
CATEGORY  GAME 1  GAME  2  GAME 3 GAME 4AVERAGE
Minutes  20  38  28  28  28.50
Field goals 8-12  13-19  4-11  9-17  57.6 percent
Free throws 2-3  6-6  5-10  1-2  66.7 percent
Rebounds 5  2  3  1  2.75
Assists  1  0  2  0  0.75
Fouls  3  5  4  5  4.25
Points  18  32  13  19  20.50
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STATISTIC; BASKETBALL; DPISTONS;Pistons
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