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DETROIT FREE PRESS
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931118
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Thursday, November 18, 1993
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METRO FINAL CHASER
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SPT
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1C
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MITCH ALBOM
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Copyright (c) 1993, Detroit Free Press
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STORY ISN'T PUNCH - IT'S HOW IT WAS THROWN, BY WHOM
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Bill Laimbeer entered the Pistons' front offices Wednesday morning
thinking maybe he should quit. He told the brass that he didn't do anything,
he didn't start the fight, and here he was getting  blamed for it. 

  "I set a pick," he said, by way of defense. "That's all."

  Later, when he met with reporters, he said he hoped they wouldn't blow the
thing out of proportion, and what he meant by that was he didn't want the home
fans hating him the way the rest of the country did. 
  In the first quarter of the evening's game against Orlando, he came off the
bench and heard a few people  boo. He tried to ignore them.
  Two hours later, when it was over, he had played his best game of the
season, scoring 26  points. The Pistons had won, and, suddenly, everyone was
cheering Laimbeer's  name.
  Such is the nature of blown-up controversy. It loses air fast. This big
"fight" that brought a horde of reporters out to the Palace on Wednesday night
was, indeed, nothing more than a common  occurrence during practice that got
out of hand. Laimbeer has been pulling this crap for years, setting hard
picks, throwing an elbow or shoulder in for good measure. He has
less-than-average talent,  by NBA standards, and he often makes up for it with
cheap shots.
  Anyone who has played with him -- or against him -- knows this. Heck,
Laimbeer wasn't in Wednesday's game more than five minutes before  the whistle
blew, and Scott Skiles was on the floor, and Laimbeer was waving his arms,
yelling, "What? What?" and the opposing coach was screaming, "Flagrant foul!"
  You paint a portrait of Laimbeer's  career, this is it: Everybody
screaming; Laimbeer with that big-eyed look, saying, "Who, me?"
 From behind -- that mattered
  Which brings us to Isiah Thomas, who knows this better than anyone. He
has, after all, been playing with Laimbeer for a dozen years. Isiah is one of
three captains on this team -- Laimbeer and Joe Dumars are the others. Still,
Isiah is in charge. He's the one they look  to. He has power. He's the owner's
favorite. He is, to use basketball lingo, The Man in Detroit. That used to
mean you set the example.
  Instead, for whatever reason, when Laimbeer hard-checked him in practice
Tuesday afternoon, Thomas -- already playing with a broken rib thanks to a
Laimbeer poke -- lost his cool like a frustrated rookie. The two men scuffled.
They exchanged words. As practice  began to resume, Laimbeer walked away, and
Thomas came after him from behind with a punch to the back of the head. 
  From behind.
  And that's what this whole thing was about.
  Forget the fact  that they scuffled or disagreed. They do this face to
face, there's no story, no residual anger, they're back laughing at each other
an hour later.
  But somebody throws a shot at you from behind,  someone you consider your
friend, and suddenly, you're questioning everything.
  Isiah has had this effect on people. He is a chameleon. You can think he's
your pal, and then something happens, and you're out. You see his fangs. The
smiling angel he plays is gone. Several people have fallen prey to this over
the years. But it had never happened to Laimbeer.
  "Put it this way," Laimbeer said  after the two men made up Wednesday,
"outside of my family, I love this guy as much as anyone, OK? So now you
understand why I was upset."
  Right. He felt stabbed in the back. 
  Or, in this case,  punched.
Scuffle, yes; meaningless, no
  Which still leads us back to Thomas, who sat on the bench Wednesday night,
in a grey sweater and charcoal pants, sidelined for a month with a broken
hand.  He made a sympathetic picture. He looked forlorn. But there is
something to remember here.
  Laimbeer didn't break Isiah's hand.
  Isiah did.
  "He's a captain, and yes, I expect him to set an  example for everybody,"
coach Don Chaney said. That's not much of an example -- going for a teammate
from behind. Isiah dismissed this as best he could Wednesday night, saying,
"You're making too big  a deal out it." Well, that is the nature of media
attention. Everything is too big a deal.
  But give the press a little credit. We know fights occur all the time in
practice. We know a meaningless  scuffle when we see one. Most meaningless
scuffles don't require long, apologetic phone conversations, face-to-face
meetings requested by the front office, and a veteran player considering
retirement  from the game.
  Isiah is right about one thing: If he hadn't broken his hand, this wouldn't
be so much of a story. But if he hadn't gone after Laimbeer, he wouldn't have
broken his hand.
  Now,  he cannot help his team on the court. That will hurt the Pistons, a
team that  was already struggling. For this, Isiah, the captain, should take
responsibility.
  For trying to blind-side a friend  -- even in a moment of anger -- well,
that's something Isiah will have to live with. For the record, the other
Pistons say, "It's over; forget it." In private, they say, "This guy, man,
watch out for him."
  That may not be a big story.
  But it's real.
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