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05-20-2005, 04:25 PM
Pacers' loss secondary to the magic of Reggie
By Bob Kravitz
May 20, 2005
They didn't want to leave. They couldn't leave. Wasn't there another Reggie Miller 3-ball poised to caress the net? Wasn't there just one more spine-tingling, mind-blowing, last-second shot that would save the Pacers and keep their season, and Miller's career, alive for one more night? Wasn't that how the script was supposed to play out?
Now, though, there were 15.7 seconds left, the Pacers reduced to intentional fouls in order to stop the clock, and coach Rick Carlisle was pulling Miller off the floor for the final time.
"Get up, guys," Pistons coach Larry Brown yelled to the players on his bench. "Everybody, get up."
They got up, and everybody in the House That Reggie Built got up, and nobody sat back down for what felt like hours. Miller, walking solemnly off the court, hugged his teammates, hugged Pistons players, hugged Carlisle. And just when it seemed like the ovation had reached a crescendo, just when it seemed like the roof might blow off the place, Brown, who coached Miller for four years here, made a classy gesture.
He called another timeout.
More time for a wonderful home crowd to pay tribute to the greatest player, and one of the finest people, ever to grace this franchise.
"I just wish I had more timeouts," Brown said later.
Soon, the game was over, the Pistons coming back and preserving a hard-fought 88-79 victory to close out this series in six games, and nobody would dare leave.
"We celebrated together," Miller said later. "And tonight, we cried together."
As the game was ending, the chant went up, as it went up all night long: "Reg-gie! Reg-gie! Reg-gie!" Miller, his focus finally off the business of winning basketball games, just looked around for a final time, absorbing the moment, relishing the sights and the sounds.
Then, while Miller was doing his TV interviews on the floor, there was another chant, one that sadly won't be honored: "One more year! One more year!"
You know, it would have been interesting to see how the Pistons and Pacers would have reacted to a seventh game in Auburn Hills, Mich. And yet, in a strange way, it was almost better this way. It was almost better to say goodbye on this night, rather than have it end on somebody else's court, with the home team celebrating and the crowd oblivious to the finish of a Hall of Fame career.
This way, it would end without a dry eye in the place.
"I love you, man," Pistons guard Chauncey Billups told Miller as the pair embraced after the game.
"Thank you for showing us the way it's done," the other Pistons guard, Rip Hamilton, said.
Even the Pistons' postgame celebration was muted by a certain sadness. Yes, they were moving on to the Eastern Conference finals against the Miami Heat, but they were seeing one of the league's great players say farewell.
"It shows you," Hamilton said, "just what Reggie's meant to the game."
It was a sad night, and at the same time, it was an absolutely unforgettable night. There aren't many lump-in-your-throat moments in sports anymore, not with the growing disconnect between the fans and athletes. With Reggie, though, it was like saying goodbye to a cherished member of the family.
As he walked off the floor and through the tunnel for the final time, he pointed to the "Indiana" across the front of his uniform and raised his finger to the sky. Words weren't necessary: "Indiana," he was saying with that gesture, "will always be number one in my heart."
Well, Reggie, if a relative newcomer can be so bold as to speak for an entire state, right back at you.
"I can't imagine your last game possibly, 18 years, and a (27 points) performance like that," Brown said. "It's mind-boggling to me. I was completely convinced when he made that 3 with four guys on him, he would find a way to win the game.
"I'm proud to be part of this game. . . . He played like he was 22 years old and everybody got to see it. And everybody ought to cherish it."
It's hard to imagine, just six months ago, the Pacers seemed to represent everything that was wrong with professional sports. But they took ownership of that terrible night, accepted their portion of responsibility for what happened. Then, they took their bitter medicine and found a way to thrive, refusing to play the victim or make excuses.
Miller has played on better teams that have accomplished more, but none with more heart. Little wonder, he called this "his most satisfying season."
Pacers fans will always wonder what might have been, had that drunken fool not thrown the beer cup, or if Ron Artest had not reacted so irresponsibly to the provocation.
No doubt, they will scream today about the 22-2 free-throw disparity in Game 6.
Well, forget it.
Just appreciate what you saw Thursday night. Appreciate the way the Pacers and Pistons, two organizations both stained by the Throwdown in Motown, came back and showed what they're truly about. What began so regrettably and violently ended so nicely, with Pistons players paying proper homage to Miller.
"Thank you," Miller said as he stood up to leave the interview room for a final time.
No, Reg.
Thank you.
Link (http://www.indystar.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20050520/COLUMNISTS01/505200506/1004/SPORTS)
By Bob Kravitz
May 20, 2005
They didn't want to leave. They couldn't leave. Wasn't there another Reggie Miller 3-ball poised to caress the net? Wasn't there just one more spine-tingling, mind-blowing, last-second shot that would save the Pacers and keep their season, and Miller's career, alive for one more night? Wasn't that how the script was supposed to play out?
Now, though, there were 15.7 seconds left, the Pacers reduced to intentional fouls in order to stop the clock, and coach Rick Carlisle was pulling Miller off the floor for the final time.
"Get up, guys," Pistons coach Larry Brown yelled to the players on his bench. "Everybody, get up."
They got up, and everybody in the House That Reggie Built got up, and nobody sat back down for what felt like hours. Miller, walking solemnly off the court, hugged his teammates, hugged Pistons players, hugged Carlisle. And just when it seemed like the ovation had reached a crescendo, just when it seemed like the roof might blow off the place, Brown, who coached Miller for four years here, made a classy gesture.
He called another timeout.
More time for a wonderful home crowd to pay tribute to the greatest player, and one of the finest people, ever to grace this franchise.
"I just wish I had more timeouts," Brown said later.
Soon, the game was over, the Pistons coming back and preserving a hard-fought 88-79 victory to close out this series in six games, and nobody would dare leave.
"We celebrated together," Miller said later. "And tonight, we cried together."
As the game was ending, the chant went up, as it went up all night long: "Reg-gie! Reg-gie! Reg-gie!" Miller, his focus finally off the business of winning basketball games, just looked around for a final time, absorbing the moment, relishing the sights and the sounds.
Then, while Miller was doing his TV interviews on the floor, there was another chant, one that sadly won't be honored: "One more year! One more year!"
You know, it would have been interesting to see how the Pistons and Pacers would have reacted to a seventh game in Auburn Hills, Mich. And yet, in a strange way, it was almost better this way. It was almost better to say goodbye on this night, rather than have it end on somebody else's court, with the home team celebrating and the crowd oblivious to the finish of a Hall of Fame career.
This way, it would end without a dry eye in the place.
"I love you, man," Pistons guard Chauncey Billups told Miller as the pair embraced after the game.
"Thank you for showing us the way it's done," the other Pistons guard, Rip Hamilton, said.
Even the Pistons' postgame celebration was muted by a certain sadness. Yes, they were moving on to the Eastern Conference finals against the Miami Heat, but they were seeing one of the league's great players say farewell.
"It shows you," Hamilton said, "just what Reggie's meant to the game."
It was a sad night, and at the same time, it was an absolutely unforgettable night. There aren't many lump-in-your-throat moments in sports anymore, not with the growing disconnect between the fans and athletes. With Reggie, though, it was like saying goodbye to a cherished member of the family.
As he walked off the floor and through the tunnel for the final time, he pointed to the "Indiana" across the front of his uniform and raised his finger to the sky. Words weren't necessary: "Indiana," he was saying with that gesture, "will always be number one in my heart."
Well, Reggie, if a relative newcomer can be so bold as to speak for an entire state, right back at you.
"I can't imagine your last game possibly, 18 years, and a (27 points) performance like that," Brown said. "It's mind-boggling to me. I was completely convinced when he made that 3 with four guys on him, he would find a way to win the game.
"I'm proud to be part of this game. . . . He played like he was 22 years old and everybody got to see it. And everybody ought to cherish it."
It's hard to imagine, just six months ago, the Pacers seemed to represent everything that was wrong with professional sports. But they took ownership of that terrible night, accepted their portion of responsibility for what happened. Then, they took their bitter medicine and found a way to thrive, refusing to play the victim or make excuses.
Miller has played on better teams that have accomplished more, but none with more heart. Little wonder, he called this "his most satisfying season."
Pacers fans will always wonder what might have been, had that drunken fool not thrown the beer cup, or if Ron Artest had not reacted so irresponsibly to the provocation.
No doubt, they will scream today about the 22-2 free-throw disparity in Game 6.
Well, forget it.
Just appreciate what you saw Thursday night. Appreciate the way the Pacers and Pistons, two organizations both stained by the Throwdown in Motown, came back and showed what they're truly about. What began so regrettably and violently ended so nicely, with Pistons players paying proper homage to Miller.
"Thank you," Miller said as he stood up to leave the interview room for a final time.
No, Reg.
Thank you.
Link (http://www.indystar.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20050520/COLUMNISTS01/505200506/1004/SPORTS)