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HIGH AND MIGHTY THE RAMPAGING ROCKETS STUNNED THE MISFIRING MAGIC AND NEARED ANOTHER NBA TITLE

June 19, 1995
June 19, 1995

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June 19, 1995

HIGH AND MIGHTY THE RAMPAGING ROCKETS STUNNED THE MISFIRING MAGIC AND NEARED ANOTHER NBA TITLE

It is time to give them their due, time to bow deeply before them
with our hands outstretched in a we-are-not-worthy salute. Let us
promise here and now that we will not doubt them again. We will
not be fooled next year if they muddle through the regular season.
Our faith will not be shaken if they are beset by injuries or
suspensions, or make seemingly dubious trades. We will not be
fazed if they walk right to the brink of elimination in the early
rounds of the playoffs. It will not matter if they are down by 20
points in the fourth quarter, trailing three games to none. On the
road. We know them now, and we will expect them to win, because
that is what the Houston Rockets do. They win.

This is an article from the June 19, 1995 issue

The Rockets were cautious after they had taken a 3-0 lead over the
Orlando Magic in the best-of-seven NBA Finals with a 106-103 win
on Sunday. ``Don't start planning the parade yet,'' said forward
Mario Elie, cognizant of Wednesday's Game 4 in Houston. ``It's too
early.'' But in reality, perhaps we are late. Maybe we should have
been able to tell before this -- if not after their first
championship last season, then certainly somewhere during this
stirring postseason run toward their second -- that the Rockets
are one of those special teams that are at their best when the
stakes are highest.

They eliminated the three clubs with the best regular-season
records in the league -- the San Antonio Spurs, the Utah Jazz and
the Phoenix Suns -- on their way to the Finals and were poised to
add the fourth-best team to their list of victims by disposing of
the demoralized Magic, which seemed inevitable at the close of
business Sunday night. The chances of Orlando recovering to win
four straight games seemed roughly the same as the odds of Magic
center Shaquille O'Neal forsaking rap music for a career in opera.

While the Magic players were not surrendering, it did seem that
they were beginning to realize the true nature of their opponents.
By now it should be obvious that the Rockets are more than just an
ordinary cast of characters clinging to the cape of their
superstar, center Hakeem Olajuwon, who played with his customary
brilliance in the first three games of the Finals.

It should be clear by now that Houston point guards Kenny Smith
and Sam Cassell may look overmatched at times but one or the other
of them will rise up to hit a three-point shot just when the
Rockets are most desperate for it. It should come as no surprise
anymore that Houston small forward Robert Horry transformed
himself into a power forward simply because there was no other
choice and that he has not only survived at that position but has
thrived there. Horry was a revelation in the first three games of
the Finals, giving Houston outside shooting, rebounding and
remarkable defense, highlighted by a seven-steal performance in
Game 2 in which he stepped in front of so many Orlando passes that
it looked as if the Magic were running plays for him. There should
be no further need to marvel at how Elie, a CBA refugee, gives the
Rockets a hard-as-nails attitude combined with a pillow-soft jump
shot. ``You look at that team on paper, and you might wonder how
it wins,'' says Orlando point guard Anfernee (Penny) Hardaway,
``but that team has as much heart as anybody.''

And not just the players have labored in the shadow of the Dream.
Houston coach Rudy Tomjanovich tends to be overlooked as well,
because he does not present himself as a brilliant tactician, a
master motivator or an inspirational locker room orator. But has
Tomjanovich made a misstep in the last two years? He controls the
Smith-Cassell tandem with the dexterity of a master puppeteer. He
took the slender Horry and journeymen Chucky Brown and Pete
Chilcutt and stitched them into a reasonable facsimile of traded
power forward Otis Thorpe. And he defused a potentially divisive
situation by granting disgruntled guard Vernon Maxwell an
indefinite leave of absence after only one postseason game.

Tomjanovich also has a remarkable ability to gauge the Rockets'
state of mind, which he demonstrated once again in a key moment
after Houston's 120-118 overtime victory in Game 1 in Orlando.
The Rockets were at their morning shootaround the day of Game 2,
and Tomjanovich sensed something amiss in their attitude. ``Happy
feet,'' he called it. He could see in the way his players carried
themselves that they were still celebrating Game 1 instead of
preparing for Game 2. So Tomjanovich gathered the Rockets around
for a bit of a tongue-lashing. ``It was one of his more forceful
talks of the season,'' Cassell said. ``And it was just the thing
we needed to get our heads out of the clouds.''

But Tomjanovich's most important accomplishment of the season
was working Clyde Drexler into the Houston lineup after he came
from the Portland Trail Blazers in February in exchange for the
estimable Thorpe, a trade that many of the Rockets, mindful of
the departed Thorpe's prodigious rebounding, criticized openly.
Drexler quickly won over his new teammates by supplying badly
needed offense, especially during a 15-day stretch in March and
April when Olajuwon was sidelined by anemia. ``Dream went down,
and Clyde all of a sudden started going for 30, 40 points a
game,'' says Elie. ``Everyone was like, O.K., we're convinced.''

In addition to offense, Drexler brought hunger to Houston. If
there was any complacency among the Rockets after they won the
championship last year, bringing in a 32-year-old star who had
never won a championship was the perfect antidote. Drexler is a
master of the plain vanilla quote, even when talking about his
desire to win a title, but his passion for a championship ring has
been evident in the way he has played, especially in the Finals.
Drexler was possessed in Game 3, with 25 points, 13 rebounds and
seven assists. He repeatedly took the ball on length-of-the-court
rushes, one of which resulted in an emphatic dunk with 1:46 left
in the fourth quarter that extended Houston's lead to four points
and nearly brought the house down at the Summit.

``When Clyde grabs the rebound, puts his head down and takes off,
he's like a thoroughbred, and he just makes you run with him,''
says Elie. ``It's like he's 10 years younger, flying by young guys
like they're standing still. Clyde wants a ring. He wants a ring
bad.''

That quest took a turn for the better when Drexler had the good
fortune to be traded to the Rockets. Horry, on the other hand, was
lucky not to be traded away from Houston. A deal last season that
would have sent him and since-waived forward Matt Bullard to the
Detroit Pistons for Sean Elliott fell through when Elliott failed
his physical -- but not before Horry had been issued a uniform by
the Pistons. That jersey is now framed in Horry's bedroom as a
reminder that the Rockets were willing to trade him because they
felt he wasn't aggressive offensively. ``Every time I look at that
jersey it tells me, Don't hesitate, take the shot,'' Horry says.
He didn't hesitate in Game 3 as he scored 20 points, including a
clutch three-pointer that gave Houston a 104-100 lead with 14.1
seconds left.

Horry was open for that shot because the Magic was busy
double-teaming Olajuwon. During the first three games, Orlando
(like San Antonio before it) never quite got the hang of guarding
the Dream. In Game 1, when the Magic doubled him nearly every time
he touched the ball, the rest of the Rockets made Orlando pay by
burying 14 of their 32 three-point attempts, and somehow Olajuwon
still got 31 points and seven assists. In Game 2 Orlando left
O'Neal largely on his own against Olajuwon in order to give the
other Rockets fewer open jump shots. The Magic held Houston to
only five threes, but Olajuwon scored 34 points and Cassell added
31 on a variety of drives and jumpers in a 117-106 Houston win --
the Rockets' seventh straight road victory, a postseason record.
``They're kind of caught between a rock and a hard place,'' Smith
said after Game 2. ``If they double Dream, we hurt them with the
threes, but if they don't double him, he might go for 50 or 60.''

Olajuwon didn't put up those kinds of numbers, but given his
teammates' contributions, he didn't have to. His much-anticipated
confrontation with O'Neal lived up to its billing, with both
centers playing so well -- Olajuwon had the scoring edge,
averaging 32.0 points over the first three games to O'Neal's 29.0,
while Shaq had the rebounding advantage, 12.7 to 10.3 -- that they
canceled each other out. O'Neal, with the help of his teammates,
kept Olajuwon from repeating the kind of transcendent performances
he had delivered earlier in the playoffs. Instead of allowing him
the long series of fakes and spins that leave defenders looking
foolish, the Magic limited Olajuwon to one or two moves before he
either shot or passed the ball. The problem was that sometimes one
or two moves were all he needed.

While O'Neal was dealing with Olajuwon's grace, the Dream was
combating Shaq's power. O'Neal was often able to bull his way so
close to the basket that he was impossible to stop once he
received the ball. ``Playing Shaq is a serious workout,'' Olajuwon
said after Game 2. ``I'm going home and going to bed.''

But as intriguing as the battle of centers was, it was the other
matchups that swung the series in Houston's favor. O'Neal and
Hardaway had to carry the Magic offensively because forward Dennis
Scott's jumper deserted him (he shot .258, including 5 for 23 from
three-point range, through the first three games) and guard Nick
Anderson's confidence seemed to do the same. Anderson became the
series' tragic figure when, with Orlando ahead 110-107 in the
closing seconds of regulation in Game 1, he missed four straight
free throws, any one of which would have surely sealed the win for
the Magic.

Anderson vowed that he would not be affected by the misses --
``I've seen tragedies,'' he said, alluding to his youth in
inner-city Chicago, ``and missing free throws is not a tragedy.''
But in the next two games he looked nothing like the player who
had gotten the better of two superstars, the Chicago Bulls'
Michael Jordan and the Indiana Pacers' Reggie Miller, in earlier
series. In Games 2 and 3 Anderson shot a combined 8 for 27.

``The difference is, we're getting different people helping out
Hakeem and Clyde every game,'' Cassell said after Game 3. ``Shaq
and Penny are carrying it all alone.''

It wasn't just an accident that the Magic's supporting cast was
largely ineffective. The Rockets did a masterly job of taking away
the easy baskets that had made the Magic such a potent team most
of the season. They limited the alley-oop passes to O'Neal for
dunks. For the most part they kept Hardaway from penetrating, and
when he tried to post up the smaller Houston point guards, they
made sure that he set up a few feet farther from the basket than
he would have liked. The open three-pointers that Scott and
Anderson so often see before the defense can set up were
nonexistent against the Rockets. ``Before you can play defense,
you have to get back on defense,'' Tomjanovich says. ``One of the
things we preach is taking away a team's transition offense,
especially a team as explosive as Orlando.''

Although Olajuwon appeared well on his way to winning his second
consecutive Finals MVP award, the story of the series was the
emergence of the rest of the Rockets. In the Rockets' victories in
Orlando, it was point guard partners Smith and Cassell who played
pivotal roles. Their combined heroics were especially important
because it was widely suspected that their confrontation with the
6'7" Hardaway, the Magic's first-team All-NBA point guard, would
be the biggest mismatch of the series. Hardaway was expected to
use his height advantage to shoot over the 6'3" Rocket guards and
his quickness to drive around them, and early in Game 1, that was
what he did. Hardaway had his way with Smith, scoring 11 points in
the first quarter as the Magic built a 15-point lead that grew to
20 in the second period.

But Smith responded with a 20-point second half and finished with
seven three-pointers, a Finals record. His last trey, with 1.6
seconds left in regulation, sent the game into overtime, which
ended on an Olajuwon tip-in with .3 of a second left. Afterward
Cassell was among the first to congratulate Smith, but his
compliments came with a warning. ``You can relax [in Game 2],'' he
said, ``because I'm giving you the night off.''

``I thought he was joking,'' Smith said after Game 2. ``Turns out
he was dead serious.'' Cassell kept Smith on the bench almost the
entire second half of Houston's victory by serving as the Orlando
rally-killer. Every time the Magic threatened to cut significantly
into the Rockets' double-digit lead, Cassell was there with an
open-court foray to the basket or a fallaway jumper as the shot
clock expired to steal the roar from the Orlando crowd.

Cassell is a brash, talkative 25-year-old who plays with a
childlike enthusiasm -- after hitting a jumper in Game 2, he
turned and actually skipped for several steps downcourt -- but
handles pressure games like a hardened veteran. ``I love the
playoffs because they're the money games, they're where you make
your name,'' he says. ``You don't have to be 35 years old to
figure that out.''

The Rockets love Cassell's youthful energy, but his teammates do
sometimes wish he would tone it down a notch off the court.
``Sam's always talking, always,'' says Smith. ``It doesn't matter
if it's five in the morning or five in the afternoon. He's the
loud guy you don't want to sit next to on the team bus, the guy
who makes you put your headphones on and pretend you're sleeping.''

But by the end of Game 3, Cassell wasn't the only one who had a
lot to say. All of Houston was talking about the Rockets, and the
whole country should have been listening. The Rockets were
preparing to take their place in that elite category of champions,
the repeat winners. But the one thing they could not do was
surprise us anymore, because we knew better. The next time they
play an important game, a game they absolutely must have,
disregard the matchups, forget about the home court advantage.
Just expect the Rockets to win, because that's what they do.

COLOR PHOTO:COVER PHOTOGRAPH BY JOHN W. MCDONOUGH COVER PHOTO RED HOT Clyde Drexler lifts the Houston Rockets toward theirsecond straight NBA title [Overhead shot of Clyde Drexler scoring basket]COLOR PHOTO:JOHN W. MCDONOUGH When not firing clutch treys, Horry soared inside with abandon. [Robert Horry dunking against Orlando] COLOR PHOTO:MANNY MILLAN The normally serene Olajuwon was fiery in rebounding against Shaq, while Cassell was his brash self when he tried to skirt O'Neal.[Hakeem Olajuwon battling Shaquille O'Neal for rebound]COLOR PHOTO:JOHN W. MCDONOUGH [see caption above--Sam Cassell dribbling around Shaquille O'Neal]COLOR PHOTO:JOHN W. MCDONOUGH Using his bulk down low against Olajuwon, Shaq bulled to the hoop for two of his 33 Game 2 points. [Shaquille O'Neal dunking over Hakeem Olajuwon, overhead view]] COLOR PHOTO:JOHN BIEVERThe Rockets, led by Olajuwon's 12 blocks, made sure that Hardaway couldn't work his magic easily.[Hakeem Olajuwon blocking shot by Anfernee (Penny) Hardaway]COLOR PHOTO:JOHN W. MCDONOUGH The title-hungry Drexler eluded Orlando defenders to score 71 points in Games 1, 2 and 3. [Clyde Drexler shooting against Orlando]