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8901020968
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DETROIT FREE PRESS
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890115
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Sunday, January 15, 1989
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METRO FINAL
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SPT
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1E
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<BYLINE>
MITCH ALBOM
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Copyright (c) 1989, Detroit Free Press
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<HEADLINE>
DID ILLINOIS PROVE ITSELF THE BETTER TEAM? YOU BET
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CHAMPAIGN, Ill. --  Well, now,  you have an answer, those of you who
thought Michigan's  basketball team was awesome, dominating, that the loss to
puny Alaska-Anchorage  was a fluke, a mosquito distracting  a giant, that when
it came to a real game, against a nationally ranked opponent, especially in
the Big Ten, you'd see the truth.

  You want the truth?

  "We've got a ways to go," said coach Bill  Frieder, after the sixth-ranked
Wolverines lost,  96-84, to No. 2-ranked Illinois. "Right now, we're just like
Iowa and the rest, chasing after Illinois. And I'll tell you this. God forbid
Rumeal Robinson  gets injured. We'd really be scrambling."
  Not that they weren't scrambling Saturday. Scrambling after Illini guards
who stripped them of the ball and exploded downcourt, scrambling after Illini
forwards  who busted through the middle for easy bankers, scrambling to the
three-point line to try to slice their deficit as the clock  ran down. What
stung about this loss was not some glaring mistake or breakdown.  What stung
was the fact that Michigan didn't really play all that badly. The Wolverines
simply lost to a better team.
  Emphasis on the word team.
  "What do you think of their chances in the Big  Ten?" someone asked
Frieder of the Illini, who had five players in double figures Saturday -- much
to the delight of the screaming, orange-crazed Illini fans.
  "Chances?" he screeched. "They could  run away with it!"
  Now, granted, this comes from a man who offered to bet $500 on Illinois --
his infamous challenge to  Illinois coach Lou Henson, who kept crying about
Michigan's height and strength advantage. Frieder loves to make the opponent
look like Goliath, so his team can play like David. Still, the way Illinois
played Saturday, you might want to make a wager yourself.  The Illini didn't
have a starter over 6-feet-7, yet they held their own in rebounds, they went
to the foul line more than twice as  often as Michigan, they spun, twisted,
leaped  and whirled. And they neutralized U-M's  stars by stripping the ball
11 times.
  "This team never pushes the panic button," said Kendall Gill, the junior
guard who did the most damage, collecting 26 points, four crucial steals, and
forcing  a turnover just before halftime that led to his three-pointer at the
buzzer. "This team is like a family. Families stick together through thick and
thin. We're one big, happy family."
  OK, Kendall.  Before we call in the rest of the Brady Bunch, let's remember
this is still basketball. And this is just one game, and it was played on the
orange crush court, all cylinders clicking, and that when Illinois  comes to
Ann Arbor for the season-closer in March, it could be a different story.
  For one day, however, the Illini did  indeed play together better than
Michigan, and that is a criticism that will  always cut the flesh. Make no
mistake: Individually, U-M is as talented as they come. You can't beat a Glen
Rice or a Rumeal Robinson or even a Sean Higgins for natural talent. But Rice
can't do it all.  (Although he comes close  he scored 30 Saturday.) And
young Higgins, who was individually great in his first Big Ten game Thursday
night, was individually poor Saturday (1-for-9 shooting, with several  forced
three- pointers).
  And Robinson? An excellent player in the wrong position. "Right now, he's
our whole backcourt," said Frieder. "He's naturally a No. 2 guard and we have
him playing the point,  and we're trying to turn forwards into guards to play
the other spot. Right now, when he leaves the game, we're dead."
  So where does this leave the Wolverines, who will now likely fall to the
outer  reaches of the top 10 in the national rankings? 
  It leaves them with a game against Ohio State Monday. That's about it.
  "I'm not going to get all upset over this loss," said Frieder, who
nonetheless  sent his players onto the bus without a chance to meet the media.
"Ohio State at home is what's real important. If you want to win the Big Ten,
you have to win your games at home. . . . 
  "This (Illinois)  team is a great team, maybe the best Big Ten team since
the Indiana team in 1976. My kids played as well as they could. They outdid us
in defense, rebounding and shooting."
  If all this sounds like  over-complimenting, well, such is the nature of
college coaching. Even with the win in his pocket and a 15-0 record, Henson
was stroking the Michigan team, explaining how fortunate his players  were  to
have beaten such a great powerhouse. And Frieder was putting Henson's team in
the Hall of Fame. 
  OK. This talk will go on and on until someone is wearing a championship
ring on his finger. But  this you can believe: Michigan is not yet ready for a
national championship performance game after game. Too many inconsistencies,
not enough team play, and a thinness at the guard position. Their only  other
loss -- the upset by Alaska-Anchorage -- could be attributed to sleepwalking,
Christmas break, the moon being in the seventh house. But Saturday's
performance comes up short, no matter how long  you look at it. And it marks
the ninth straight time a Frieder-coached team has lost here.
  "Who knows what it is?" he said, folding the final stat sheet. "The best
thing for us is to get out of  here as quick as we can."
  He turned and looked down the hall. "Is everybody on the bus? Are they all
there? Let's go. Let's get out of here."
  And off he marched, headed, presumably, back to the  drawing board.
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COLUMN;U-M;BASKETBALL
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