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8601010222
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DETROIT FREE PRESS
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860102
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Thursday, January 02, 1986
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METRO FINAL
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SPT
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1D
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Photo
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<BYLINE>
MITCH ALBOM
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<COPYRIGHT>
Copyright (c) 1986, Detroit Free Press
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<HEADLINE>
TASTE OF HALFTIME ELIXIR WAS ALL MICHIGAN NEEDED
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TEMPE, Ariz. -- I don't know what they put in the locker-room water out
here, but I'm not leaving until I get some.

  Cactus juice? Iguana blood? Something magical. Must be. For there were the
Michigan Wolverines, down 14-3 at halftime of the Fiesta Bowl, and looking
meek. Nebraska was whomping them. The thousands of Michigan fans who had flown
thousands of miles and endured thousands of hangovers  to get up for this New
Year's Day kickoff were watching a genuine maize and blue Desert Disaster.

  Grab an ice bag. Pop some aspirin. For the Michigan defense had already
allowed two touchdowns --  more than twice what the Wolverines allowed on
average for a whole game. And quarterback Jim Harbaugh was overthrowing
receivers, running for his life, fumbling snaps. There was one play where he
dropped  back, scrambled, turned, scrambled, turned, and was knocked to the
ground by his own man. A 22-yard loss. This was ugly.
  And then, halftime. The teams disappeared into the  locker rooms. And when
they emerged, it was like that Monty Python movie.
  And Now for Something Completely Different.
  What's in that water? Prairie dog milk? What?
A low-key talk from Bo 
  Must be something. For  Nebraska, which had not committed a single turnover
in the first half, developed a sudden case of the desert dropsies. The
Cornhuskers fumbled three of their first five plays in the second half. And
the Michigan players -- who can recognize Christmas presents, even on New
Year's Day -- turned the mistakes into touchdowns.
  The U-M offense sprung to life, mostly in the legs of sophomore running
back Jamie Morris. He was magnificent, gaining 88 yards in the third quarter
alone.
  By the time the quarter was over, "mistake-free" Nebraska had lost three
fumbles, had a punt blocked, and was trailing, 27-14.
  What's in that water? Rattlesnake juice?
  You can't attribute the turnaround to any almighty halftime speech by Bo
Schembechler. "I didn't really say much at all," the coach claimed. "I  just
told them to play like Michigan."
  Maybe Nebraska coach Tom Osborne told his guys to play like Tuscaloosa High
School. Whatever the case, by the time the Cornhuskers came gasping out of the
third  quarter, the game was all but out of reach.
  Nebraska changed quarterbacks -- from Clayton McCathorn to freshman Steve
Taylor -- and started to move. The Cornhuskers scored a touchdown to pull
within 27-21. They held Michigan on a critical series of downs, after which
U-M took a safety to make it 27-23. And they were driving toward a winning
score with less than a minute left. It looked like the  halftime elixir had
worn off.
  And then Taylor threw a long bomb to the end zone, Michigan intercepted,
and Schembechler and his Wolverines had that rarest of winter jewels -- a bowl
win.
  'Fess  up. Is it Possum juice? Scorpion syrup? 
U-M on a split decision 
  "I don't know what happened to us," said Osborne. "We haven't had a punt
blocked in what, three four, five years? I can't explain  it."
  Nor can most people who watched these Cornhuskers all year. They are better
than they played in the third quarter. But then, U-M fans would argue that the
Wolverines are better than they played  in the first half.
  In fact, people will be arguing over this one for a while. Nebraska
dominated the numbers game, gaining 304 yards on the ground to Michigan's 171,
and easily winning the Time Of Possession Battle. If this game was a boxing
match, Nebraska would have won three rounds to U-M's one.
  But the one was a knockout.
  "That third quarter won it for us," said Schembechler. "No question."
  And for statistics buffs, let the record show that the Wolverines have
outscored their opponents, 103-6, in the third quarter this year. So it wasn't
that much of a surprise.
  "They're the toughest  team we've played all season," said Morris, who
rightfully earned the offensive MVP honors with 156 yards rushing. "But we
found a way to beat them."
  That cannot be denied. A bowl win is  a bowl  win -- "I don't have too many
of these, so I have to cherish the ones I get," said Schembechler -- and this
one likely knocks the Wolverines up a few pegs in the final polls.
  Their season is officially  over. A year in which no major pre-season poll
picked them to make the top 20 sees them finish in the top five. Not bad. All
that remains is to wait for the final polls.
  And to find out what's in  that water.
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COLUMN;FOOTBALL;COLLEGE
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