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9701030978
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DETROIT FREE PRESS
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970202
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Sunday, February 02, 1997
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METRO FINAL
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COM
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1E
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MITCH ALBOM
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Copyright (c) 1997, Detroit Free Press
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RODMAN AND JACKSON: ATTENTION GRABBERS
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NEWS ITEM: The Rev. Jesse Jackson has met with suspended Chicago Bulls star
Dennis Rodman and now is "advising" him. Jackson wants to meet with NBA
commissioner David Stern in hopes of lightening Rodman's  punishment for
kicking a photographer. Said Rodman of Jackson, "I dig what the brother does .
. ."

Jesse: Sit down, Dennis.

 
 Dennis: Thanks, JJ. I dig what you do.

Jesse: JJ?

Dennis: Sorry. Rev.

Jesse:  Dennis, I have studied your case, and I am intrigued by the
possibilities.

Dennis: I'm intrigued, too.

Jesse: By the ramifications of your actions on the youth of our society?

Dennis: No, by your  hair. You got a nice mini-fro thing. Ever think of
purple?

Jesse: Purple?

Dennis: Yeah. Purple. Yellow. Green. 

Jesse: Green hair?

Dennis: Maybe a rainbow. You do run the Rainbow Coalition, don't  you?

Jesse: Touche.

Dennis: Leave my butt out of this.

Jesse: Uh . . . certainly.

Dennis: So here's what I don't get, Rev. What do you want from me? I mean, I'm
just a basketball player. I hang out  with biker chicks. Tattoo my body. Pose
nude. I'm not much into politics, man.

Jesse: Yes, Dennis. But I look at you and see fields of opportunity. I see a
megaphone to the free world! I see OCEANS parting and SKIIIES opening!

Dennis: Fine by me. Long as I see a paycheck.

The Worm turns again

 Jesse: Now, Dennis. If I'm to argue your case, I need to know your side of
it.

Dennis: Well, Rev,  it's like this. The dude was in my way, so I kicked him in
the family jewels.

Jesse: That's it?

Dennis: Pretty much.

Jesse: We could say you were lashing out at a society that holds down strong
black  men. Was the photographer white?

Dennis: I don't remember. I was checking out this chick in the fifth row.

Jesse: Hmm. How about we argue that you were enslaved by the NBA system?

Dennis: Yeah.

Jesse:  A pawn of rich owners . . . 

Dennis: Yeah!

Jesse: . . . owners who use you for personal gain!

Dennis: Amen, Jesse! AMEN!

Jesse: How much do these disgusting taskmasters make you work for, Dennis?

Dennis:  Nine million damn dollars a year!

Jesse: Uh . . . let's try a different tact.

The Worm kicks back

 Dennis: Yo, Rev. While you're thinking, do you mind if I use my cell phone? I
gotta call my agent.

Jesse:  Go right ahead.

Dennis: (dialing) . . . Yeah, Dwight? It's Worm. How's that Converse deal? No,
man. You tell them $15 million or we walk. Yeah. And that Pizza Hut thing?
Tell them I want a jet to pick me up, or I ain't going. . . . What? No, I
don't want my suspension shortened. I got too much business. See if Stern can
add a few games. . . . Yeah. And Dwight? Call Dr. Johnson. My navel ring fell
out.

Jesse: Excuse me, Dennis?

Dennis: (click.) Yeah, Rev?

Jesse: Did you just say you don't want your suspension shortened?

Dennis: No way! I got trips to Vegas. I got movies in LA. And there's  this
chick I did a nude photo spread with -- gives new meaning to the words
"religious experience," know what I'm saying?

Jesse: But I thought I'd argue your case. I thought I would free you from the
yoke of oppression.

Dennis: Well, Rev, uh, don't take this the wrong way but . . . who asked you?

Jesse: Well, I . . . 

Dennis: It's OK. I get it. You and me are a lot alike.

Jesse: We are?

Dennis:  See, I was once just another guy in my field, too. And then I
discovered that if I made a lot of noise, I could get the cameras to come over
to me. And once the cameras came over I made more noise, and  soon they just
came over on their own. Only problem is, now I gotta keep coming up with stuff
to justify them coming over, you dig? Kick somebody. Dress like a woman.

Jesse: Go on.

Dennis: Well, I  figure, you're in the same boat. You want to keep getting on
"Larry King Live," you gotta find the next big cause. Am I right?

Jesse: You're very sagacious.

Dennis: Yeah. I love Sega.

Jesse: I'm going  to ask the commissioner for a meeting.

Dennis: Ask him for my money back.

Jesse: I doubt he'll meet with me, but it will make a statement.

Dennis: You know what I say, Rev. You can never make too  many statements. You
sure you don't want some purple dye for that hair?

Jesse: No, thanks. And Dennis? Let's keep this conversation to ourselves, OK?

Dennis: Cool with me. Unless someone pays me to  write a book. A man's gotta
make a buck, you know.
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COLUMN; DENNIS RODMAN; JESSE JACKSON
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