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9101200619
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DETROIT FREE PRESS
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910520
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Monday, May 20, 1991
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METRO FINAL CHASER
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SPT
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1D
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Photo JULIAN H. GONZALEZ
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Cliff Levingston (left) knocks the ball from Vinnie Johnson in
the second half Sunday.
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<BYLINE>
MITCH ALBOM
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Copyright (c) 1991, Detroit Free Press
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FOR STARTERS,ONE GETS AWAY
WORST PART? WEARY TEAM COULD HAVE STOLEN GAME
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CHICAGO -- I must be honest. Before they ever jumped it up Sunday
afternoon, I wanted the Pistons to send five YMCA guys out there and let them
play the Bulls. Lose big. Why not? I figured Detroit  would never win Game 1
anyhow, no way, not after playing so hard Friday night against the Celtics
while the Bulls sat around, foaming at the mouth. Let the maniac fans here
scream themselves hoarse.  Let Chicago win by 400 points. Let the real
Pistons rest. See ya in Game 2.

  Which is what makes Sunday even harder to take. The worst part wasn't Mark
Aguirre getting blocked three times on one play. The worst part wasn't Michael
Jordan yelling at the Pistons as if he were Gen. Norman Schwarzkopf. The worst
part wasn't Will Perdue -- Will Perdue? -- making a key basket, although that
was pretty  bad.

  No. The worst part was, the Pistons still could have won this game.
Really. They could have won it. Hey, any day the Bulls need Cliff Levingston
to bail them out is a day you want to attack.  Consider this: The Pistons got
one basket from Bill Laimbeer -- and five fouls -- no baskets from John Salley
-- and four fouls -- they had to literally beg to go to the free-throw line
themselves, they had nine of their shots blocked, 11 of their passes stolen --
and they still were right in it in the fourth quarter. "If we could have
gotten that one little ummmph," Mark Aguirre said, making a fist  and pushing
it in the air, after the Pistons fell short, 94-83, "we could have won this
easily. But it wasn't there."
  He looked at his hand as it opened and fell. "We've logged a lot of minutes
these  last few weeks. I guess it takes its toll."
  Sure it does. The Pistons barely had time to shower off the green dirt of
Boston before diving into the red mud of the Bulls. And whose fault is that?
The Pistons like it tough? They got it tough. They lost perhaps the only game
this series where Michael Jordan looks like he came to Earth in a hospital
instead of a space ship from Krypton.
 "It's  possible today was the best chance we'll have to beat them in their
building," coach Chuck Daly admitted with a sigh. "The Bulls did not play that
great."But who's who?
  And yet they won. Which is  what we often say about the Pistons, isn't it?
"Didn't play great, found a way to win." That's the scary part, folks. Every
year we come back to this house of horrors, this place where the Chicago
mascot, Benny the Bull, now does a violent dance with a Pistons doll at center
court, smashing it, punching it, body-slamming it, as the crowd shows its
college education by cheering "DETROIT S ----!"  Every  year we come back
here, and we see the Bulls looking more and more like the Pistons. It's like
"Invasion of the Body Snatchers." I half expect to find pods under the Detroit
lockers this morning.
  Here were the Bulls, making up for poor offense with stellar defense (sound
familiar?), stealing the ball from Isiah Thomas, ripping it out of Laimbeer's
hands, poking it away from Aguirre over and  over again. Here were the Chicago
big men dominating the boards -- wasn't that supposed to be the Pistons' role?
-- Horace Grant grabbing 10 rebounds, Bill Cartwright grabbing nine and Will
Perdue --  Will Perdue? -- grabbing six.
  Here was the Chicago bench, for the last few years the weakest link in the
chain, and even it was coming alive, scoring 30 points, or just seven fewer
than all the Pistons' starters combined. When the Bulls needed to douse a
Detroit rally in the fourth quarter, it was Craig Hodges nailing a huge
three-point basket. It was B.J. Armstrong popping a jump shot, then making  a
steal. It was Will Perdue pulling down a rebound and dropping in a 12-footer. 
  Will Perdue?
  Wait. What about Jordan, you ask? He scored only 22 points, which he can
do sleeping on the bench.  But Michael, it seems, has a new role: team tough
guy. In 48 minutes Sunday, he managed to call almost all the Pistons names, he
pushed his face into a few elbows, he cursed at Mark Aguirre, cursed at Dennis
Rodman, he drove on John Salley, scored on him, then turned around and popped
a finger, as if ringing John up on a cash register. We all know how dedicated
Michael is to beating Detroit this year.  I'm sure Nike is probably working on
a shoe right now: the Piston Stomper. Spike Lee will spin around as if inside
a washing machine, saying: "It kills the Pistons. Do you know? Do you know? Do
you know?"
  "When they play aggressively, we play aggressively," Jordan barked
afterward. And then we saluted, and then he left.
Bench boosts Bulls
  And yet, Jordan's jaws are not what worry me. One of these days he's going
to bite his tongue off anyhow, and then all he'll say is, "Hey, Laimbeer, you
mmphhlyzp" and why should we worry about that? No. What worries me is this
improved play from the Bulls'  bench and the increased confidence of Scottie
Pippen (18 points) and Cartwright (16 points). And what really worries me is
the home-court advantage the Bulls have in this series. The Pistons, for all
their success, have not won in this building all year, and the Bulls have not
lost a playoff game here in their last 14 tries.  It certainly doesn't get
easier the deeper you go into the series. I mean,  this place is so hostile,
they booed the PA guy when he said an illegally parked car had "Michigan
plates." "BOOOOOOO! MICHIGAN! BOOOOOO!" It's like sitting in the middle of
some ancient pagan ritual,  all the screaming, the howling, the painted faces.
Loud? The noise in Chicago Stadium is what a pigeon hears when he gets sucked
inside an airplane engine. By Tuesday, I am expecting human sacrifice.
  All of which makes you really regret that Detroit couldn't find a few spare
ounces of energy Sunday. Stealing Game 1 would have immediately tipped this
series the Pistons' way. But hey. You get outrebounded  nearly 2-to-1 and you
go to the free throw line once for every 2.5 trips by your opponents -- well,
even rested teams will have trouble with that.
  Tuesday, of course, is another day. Not necessarily better, but different.
"We will win this series," Aguirre said in the postgame locker room. "We get a
little more rest, play a little more aggressively, we'll cause some damage."
  Ah, yes. Confidence.  It is the mark of the Pistons. 
  Or is it the Bulls? 
  I keep getting those two mixed up.
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COLUMN;   DPISTONS; NBA;  PLAYOFFS; BASKETBALL;Pistons
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