As the last city in America to have hockey and basketball teams in the playoffs, we in Detroit have a unique problem.It can all get so confusing. Slam dunks on Tuesdays? Slap shots on Wednesdays? Or is it the other way around?What channel are we on?Which round is it?How do we know which sport we're watching?There are many differences between the NBA and the NHL, not the least of which is you've never seen hockey players' knees.
My family likes to laugh at this: I was 10, and we were on vacation, driving up California's breathtaking northern coast.Every couple of miles, my folks would say, "Ooh, look at the rocks! Look at the ocean! Isn't it beautiful?" And my siblings would clamber to the window for a better peek.I, on the other hand, never looked up. I was lost in comic books."You see that?" my father asked."Mm-hmm," I mumbled.
Their engine, Jerry Stackhouse, was sputtering badly, so the Pistons tried everything under the hood. They jumped the battery, they tweaked the carburetor, they threw the fuses. Finally, they got out and pushed. There is more than one way to win a playoff series, and when pretty doesn't work, go ugly if you have to, but get there.
"Check it out, check it out," I say, standing on the street corner, slapping my palm. I catch your eye. You stop.I wave two pairs of tickets."Pistons or Wings? Hockey or basketball? Game 5 or Round 2? What's it gonna be, my man?""Are you talking to me?" you say.Of course, we're talking to you. You and the rest of the fever-pitched, dry-throated, double-fisted Detroit sports fans, who face the enviable problem of two big playoff games in one city in one night. Pistons or Red Wings? Downtown or suburbs?What's it gonna be?
These days, and at his age, I'm not sure what Chris Chelios' best move is. But I can tell you this: shrugging is at the top the list.Ask about the pressure. He shrugs it off. Ask about his skills. He shrugs it off. Ask about his notable performance in the playoffs so far, or his keeping up with guys half his age, or his pounding and finally outlasting a Vancouver goliath named Todd Bertuzzi.Shrugs it off.
Mitch Albom writes about running an orphanage in impoverished Port-au-Prince, Haiti, his kids, their hardships, laughs and challenges, and the life lessons he’s learned there every day.