Detroit Free Press

The first hit that made any noise didn't come until five minutes in, and two of the loudest cheers came off the scoreboard: One when they ran a replay of Darren McCarty pummeling Claude Lemiuex back in 1997; the other when they showed Al Sobotka taking the octopus he'd been told not to swing on the ice and swinging it in the tunnel instead.

Don't call it college. It's not college if you don't even declare a major. It's not college if you needn't bother finishing your second semester. It's not college if you spent most of your time in the gym, or on a plane, or being interviewed. It's not college just because you wore a uniform with the school's name on it.We are hearing lately about all these freshman basketball stars - Kevin Love of UCLA, O.J. Mayo of Southern Cal, Derrick Rose of Memphis, Michael Beasley of Kansas State - leaving college to jump to the NBA. Leaving college? Please. They were never really there.

"We're gonna … get back to playing the way we're supposed to, or we'll get our butts kicked by a young, hungry team."- Lindsey Hunter, after the Pistons' 90-86 loss in their playoff openerSo here, in the final minute, was Jason Maxiell, stretched high as if on a rack. Remember, if Maxiell were a tube of toothpaste, he'd be squeezed from the bottom and all balled up near the top. Thick chested, broad shouldered, he is a mountain of a torso, and mountains are damn hard to move.

He had tried the slapshot. He had tried the rebound. He had tried the quick flick. So when he came down the ice early in overtime, puck on his stick, crowd on its feet, Johan Franzen, with eight failed shots on the night, made a decision for No. 9."I was gonna try," he said, "and deke him and go backhand.""Why that?" he was asked."Well, the other shots didn't seem to work."

He had tried the slap shot. He had tried the rebound. He had tried the quick flick. So when he came down the ice early in overtime, puck on his stick, crowd on its feet, Johan Franzen, with eight failed shots on the night, made a decision for No. 9."I was gonna try," he said, "and deke him and go backhand.""Why that?" he was asked."Well, the other shots didn't seem to work."

So now we enter 'Sheed's world.Looking for a 'Ship.He'll collect his T's. He'll play his D.He'll grab his 'bounds. Hit his 3's.He loves those W's. He hates an L.And you know he'll 'xplode.But what the 'ell?It's an apostrophe world, the Rasheed Wallace universe, where a 'Ship for the 'Stons is the ultimate goal. But there is no shortcutting this reality: The Pistons will go as far as Wallace takes 'em, and as far as he lets 'em.