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Hoop Fates Intertwined For Hill And Dumars

Hoop Fates Intertwined For Hill And Dumars

May 15, 1999 | Detroit Free Press
IT WAS THE game he had to play in the game they had to have. Superstars don't deliver every night, but they do when they must, or they're not superstars for long. Grant Hill pushed the curtain aside Friday night and did what you're supposed to do when your whole business is watching. Took the night over.
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Victories Aren’T Supposed To Be Easy, After All

Victories Aren’T Supposed To Be Easy, After All

May 14, 1999 | Detroit Free Press
THE CZECH rookie had been having a pretty lousy time in Detroit. Fifteen seconds into Tuesday's Game 3, he was slammed into the wall by Detroit's Kris Draper and went flipping over, landing in the laps of his teammates. How embarrassing.Then, early Thursday night, he was upended by Draper once more, landing on his back like a kid who falls out of the top bunk.
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A Different Team Played The Palace

A Different Team Played The Palace

May 13, 1999 | Detroit Free Press
AN OBVIOUS question: Who were these guys?These couldn't have been the same Pistons who crawled under the tires of the Atlanta Hawks the previous two playoff games. The crushed-by-Mt. Mutombo Pistons? The can't-break-70-point Pistons? Where'd they go? Who were these guys?Who was this Lindsey Hunter? Not the Lindsey Hunter from Games 1 and 2. That Lindsey Hunter couldn't buy a basket and couldn't finish a play. That Lindsey Hunter heard his father call him up after Game 2 and say, in so many words, "You were terrible." And that was his father!
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Red Wings Give, Get 1St Blood

Red Wings Give, Get 1St Blood

May 8, 1999 | Detroit Free Press
DENVER -- The ugly thud could be heard in the rafters. It was Brendan Shanahan's head smashing into glass. The bone cut the skin. The blood surged down his face. It ran in map-like lines, down his cheeks, chin and neck, trickling into a thin red river that dripped into the neckline of his jersey.The fans jeered. The players cursed. The refs blew the whistle and dived into the scrum.Game on.
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