I watched the last 1minute 28 seconds of the Pistons/Spurs game tonight. It took 8 minutes.
It's all so retro with the big hair, the big defense, and team play. Okay, the only person who still had a fro from the Pistons I remember was Kelly Tripuka, but team play was what epitomized the late '80s Pistons and I loved watching those guys play. I gave Mr. Bierman a book earlier this year by the guy who created Iffy the Dopester. And a more sentimental piece of writing you'll never find. I enjoyed it to no end. The guy was a sports writer and since Homer's time the majority of us with a complete set of sex chromosomes have touched that competitive spirit by embracing the fastest, strongest, and most acute athletes with childlike adoration. At my age I'm not going to play catch with the same commentary Bobby and I did when we were kids, pretending to be our personal heroes performing great feats- grounder to Brinkman, he turns it to McCaulif who makes the throw to Cash. DOUBLE PLAY!! But, watch your friends and husbands as they watch some game and you'll notice the occasional twitch, like a dog having a dream, as he starts to make the same move that he wants his team, his player, to make. Why do you think they high-five each other?
When the 88/89 team swept the Lakers, there wasn't the fires or rioting like the '84 Tigers World Championship*. I watched the game at Paycheck's with a handful of regulars. We all cheered after the game ended, Paycheck bought a round of drinks, and we all felt an associated pride that middle-class work ethic had beaten the flashy West Coast boys (except for Earvin, we still loved Earvin). The mood would have dissipated soon, people were already making movements to settle up and head home, when Little Steve the Magician came running through the doors. "You guys gotta see this on Campau!"
And like extras in a TV show we all followed him without question. At the corner we could see all the way down Campau and about four blocks away, coming at us, were a couple hundred people. And they were all sweeping the street with their wives brooms. It was amazing. We cheered when the parade came by, a couple of the guys fell in behind and they marched all the way up past Woody Pontiac before turning around and beginning to disperse.
I have a favorite quote from Elmore Leonard: Leonard says, "There are cities that get by on their good looks, offer climate and scenery, views of mountains or oceans, rockbound or with palm trees, and there are cities like Detroit that have to work for a living."
So Thursday it all gets decided: the first game 7 in an NBA final since 1994. I hope that the Pistons pull it out. Detroit is a city that has been waiting almost 40 years for its renaissance. To follow any sport is to believe in something, something about the ability to rise above. And even if it's for just one night and a then a parade, I think it'd be a good thing to refill that belief.
Go in Peace