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DETROIT FREE PRESS
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950213
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Monday, February 13, 1995
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METRO FINAL CHASER
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SPT
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1C
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Photo DAVID J. PHILLIP/AP
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:
Sacramento's Mitch Richmond  won the most valuable player
trophy after scoring 23 points on 10-of-13 shooting for the
West.
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MITCH ALBOM
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Copyright (c) 1995, Detroit Free Press
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UPHILL ALL THE WAY
FOR PISTONS' ROOKIE, THE BATTLE HAS JUST BEGUN
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PHOENIX --  Grant Hill was just a few seconds into his first All-Star
Game when he took a pass and tried a jump shot from the corner. It missed. But
at least it hit the rim. Considering the pressure  he was under, I was
surprised it didn't drop out of his hands, as he fainted.

  The NBA All-Star Game has gone from a nice little pickup to a three-day,
celebrity-studded corporate blitz --  bigger  than life, louder than thunder,
a prime-time telecast complete with rap commercials and indoor fireworks. You
want to know how out of hand this thing has gotten? They fly mascots in to
compete in a slam-dunk  competition.

  No wonder the league is looking for a hero. Who could find anything real in
all this smoke?
  Enter Hill. Hailed from draft day as a Knight in Shining Gym Shoes, he was
the leading  vote-getter in Sunday's game, ridiculously ahead of all the
veterans in the league, and he was featured prominently in Sunday's telecast,
probably more than he warranted. He's endorsing at least four  major products
-- Sprite, Schick, Fila and GMC. And tonight he is flying to New York --
skipping Pistons practice -- to do the "ESPY Awards," and make his second
appearance in two months on the "Late  Show with David Letterman," America's
answer to being royally dubbed "Sir Big."
  Enough. Let the kid breathe. He is not the savior of the league, and if
this blitzkrieg continues, he'll sink under  the weight of his own legend --
before it's even created. Never mind that his second shot Sunday was a sweet
alley-oop jam, or that he drove on Dikembe Mutombo for a nice bank lay-up, or
that he scored  10 points in the first half. Hey, we knew he could play.
  But the league, the networks and his corporate sponsors are trying to turn
Grant Hill into God. And though I am certainly no authority, I  do know this
about the Almighty: He is not 22 years old.
  "Now that this All-Star thing is over, do you think it's time for Grant to
concentrate on being a Piston and not all the other stuff?" Joe  Dumars, his
pro mentor, was asked after the West blew out the East, 139-112.
  "Yeah, it'll be good for him," Dumars said. "Too many times in the first
half of the season, he's said to me, 'Joe, I'm exhausted.' That's just unfair.
And it's unfair for people to take advantage of his nature like that."
  Hill, whose nerves gave way to a weak stomach in the second half Sunday,
has said yes to almost  everything since he signed with Detroit, doing all the
charity gigs along with the paying stuff. According to the Pistons, most of
his commercials were filmed during the season, which is a bad precedent.  But
people can't get enough of him. They want to meet him, hire him, shake his
hand, have him talk to their kids.
  "Sometimes I wish things would just go in slow motion," he admitted after
the game  Sunday. "Or at least spread out over a longer period of time. Even
this All-Star weekend, it's over in a blink. . . . 
  "And I was busy every second."
  Now, you can understand why the NBA is hungry  to milk every drop out of
Hill's "good citizen" image, considering that Sports Illustrated just ran a
cover story on NBA crybabies, and that Sunday's Western Conference team had
one player, Mutombo, who recently said "the NBA can go to hell" and another,
Charles Barkley, who cracked, "I don't like white people." 
  But Grant Hill didn't create the hero void in the NBA. He shouldn't be
expected  to  fill it -- at least not alone. 
  Hey, they're gonna kill this kid. Most NBA rookies hit the wall in January
or February because they pass the 35-game line, which exceeds anything they've
seen in college. Hill has to deal with that, plus all the commitments,
endorsements, appearances and interviews. It's not just the talking, it's the
standards that are being set. Almost every story glows  and promises he'll win
the game, save the princess and kill the dragon.
  Who could live up to that? Heaven help this kid the first time he makes a
youthful mistake.
  "It's not the high standards  so much, because I feel I have even higher
standards for myself," Hill said, "but maybe I need to learn how to use the
word 'no' more. I'm trying to be nice to everybody. What is so fatiguing is
all  the stuff away from the court. There's so much of that."
  But isn't he  the one who decides what he does and doesn't do? 
  "I thought I was," he said, glumly.
Stretched beyond the limit
  
  This is clearly a guy being pulled in too many directions. In the end, it
will not serve him well. Have you noticed how some of his commercials don't
even show him playing basketball? They have gospel  choirs singing while he
talks about the good way he was raised, his parents, his memories. Memories?
That's some feat for a kid who two years ago wasn't old enough to drink.
  But that's corporate  America -- and the NBA. Both want you to love Hill,
so you'll love their products. Nothing wrong with that. But first, let Hill do
the job he's getting paid to do: play basketball for the Pistons.
  The rest should flow out of that.
  "I guess I need to find a way to please people and still please myself a
little," Hill said, as usual, politely and honestly. "This is all new to me.
I'm still  learning as I go. Hopefully I can do a little better job in the
second half of the season than I did in the first."
  The same should go for his advisers -- and that means his agents, the
league and  even his parents. They should caution him to slow down --  and
make sure he does. A star career must be hatched, nurtured, given a chance to
breathe.
  Magic Johnson and Larry Bird were quick heroes  because, within two
seasons, their teams went to the Finals. The Pistons won't be there for a
while. And expecting Hill to steer the league with the Pistons in last place
will really strain him.
  So let him breathe, give him a break, let him be 22. It's the long-range
view. But if the world wants him back at future All- Star Games, it would be
wise to listen.
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