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9602090114
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DETROIT FREE PRESS
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961219
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Thursday, December 19, 1996
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METRO FINAL
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SPT
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1D
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<BYLINE>
MITCH ALBOM
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Copyright (c) 1996, Detroit Free Press
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<HEADLINE>
HOUSTON CHAFES UNDER MALICE AT THE PALACE
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There were two stories going Wednesday night at the Palace, small and big,
the small story being that Allan Houston returned to Detroit, and we now know
where to find all those collars that Doug  Collins doesn't wear: right around
Allan's neck.

  Houston played as if he couldn't breathe. He clanked his first three shots,
got called for two offensive fouls, turned the ball over, banged into  people,
got fooled by Joe Dumars, intimidated by Grant Hill, smoked by Lindsey Hunter
and booed every time he touched the ball. Houston was booed during warm- ups.
Remember how Bill Laimbeer was treated  in the Boston Garden?

  That was nice compared to Houston's reception at the Palace.
  So weak was his two-point performance, and so obvious was his discomfort,
that only the heartless would not  feel sorry for the guy. He looked like a
kid who had his Elmo doll stolen. Of course, it didn't help that the big
screen showed fans with signs like "HOUSTON, WE HAVE A PROBLEM" and "GO BACK
TO NEW YORK."
  "I expected some boos," said a dejected Houston after the Pistons blew out
his Knicks, 112-78. "I didn't know they would be this harsh."
  Hey. What did he expect? You leave a blue-collar town like this for a
bright lights-big contract place like New York, you better figure the folks
will be insulted. Besides, when Houston took his $56-million deal without
giving Detroit a final swing at him, he  said, "It's just business."
  You can't say "it's just business" one day, then expect it to be "family"
the next.
  Frankly, I found it rather amusing, all the sad stories this week about
Allan:  poor guy hasn't heard from his old teammates, poor guy doesn't think
he got a fair shake when he left. Allan is a terrific kid, but he has to learn
that, in pro sports, the size of the sympathy decreases  in direct proportion
to the size of the bankroll.
  Not that he had much to say about it Wednesday night. This game was so
one-sided, Houston must have felt like the opponent in the 15th round of a
"Rocky" movie.
  The great irony is that the Pistons shot 59 percent from three-point land
and hardly looked like a team that would miss an outside shooter. Wasn't that
the lament when Houston bolted?
  "A lot of things didn't go right for us tonight," Allan said afterward. 
  He put his chin in his hands. "Actually, nothing went right."
  Well. He did lead his team in turnovers.
Take no prisoners
  But, as I said, Houston is the small story. The big story -- and in the
end, the far more important one --  is that the Pistons, whose only black mark
this season had been the inability to beat a top  team with a big man in the
middle, just beat a top team with a big man in the middle. 
  Beat them? The Pistons destroyed them. They had a 20-point lead in the
third quarter, and they acted as if they  were losing. They banged for
rebounds, they worked the ball around. They kept the intensity at
glass-breaking level. And their shooting? Whoa. They shook rainbows loose from
the rafters.
  Here was  Hunter, with 22 points in the first half, sinking baskets as if
the rim were nine feet wide. Here was Dumars draining long-range buckets
without blinking, 15 points in the third quarter. Here was Hill  with another
triple double. 
  The Pistons won every quarter. And they held Patrick Ewing to six points.
The Knicks came in with a seven-game winning streak. You would have thought
they'd come in wearing  leg- irons.
  "People said we haven't beaten the quality teams, but now we have," said
Hunter.
  You can call the ambulance anytime.
Time to enjoy
  When the game ended, Houston walked off the  court with his head down. If
the Knicks' plane were waiting in the tunnel, it wouldn't have been close
enough.
  It's funny. I did a halftime interview with WFAN, the New York radio
station that carries  the Knicks games. The host in New York expressed her
city's displeasure with Houston. She asked me, "Can this guy be a good
player?"
  I felt like saying, "That's a question you should ask before you  give him
$56 million, isn't it?"
  Instead I said, "Let's remember that one game doesn't make a season." 
  And the truth is, that's the right answer. The Knicks were coming off a
tough win over  an excellent Utah team Tuesday in New York; the Pistons were
well-rested. When these two teams play again Saturday night in the Big Apple
-- the night after the Pistons play Indiana -- we'll learn how  much fresh
legs had to do with it.
  But Collins made a good point. "Everyone seems to be waiting for the bottom
to fall out of this team. Why not enjoy it?"
  And he's right. Much of the cloud that  seems to hover over this team comes
from the summer day when Allan Houston went away. Well, Houston just came
back, and when the night was over, the Pistons had won their 19th game a month
earlier than they did last year.
  Dumars, who has seen it all, had this impression: "Tonight was the first
time I saw the intensity for an entire game that we need to beat the elite
teams in this league."
 Meanwhile, those who came to see how much Allan Houston meant to the Pistons
left with this impression: We lost a player, we gained a team. 
  Who says there's no Santa Claus?
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ALLAN HOUSTON; COLUMN;  PISTONS; KNICKS; BASKETBALL
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