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8601120043
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DETROIT FREE PRESS
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860316
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Sunday, March 16, 1986
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METRO FINAL
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SPT
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1D
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MITCH ALBOM
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Copyright (c) 1986, Detroit Free Press
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WITH SCOTT SKILES AROUND, THE SPARTANS GOTTA DANCE
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DAYTON, Ohio -- Throw out your hands. Make two fists. Wave them around over
your head and start running backward.

  Hey, hey, hey, do the Spartan Shuffle.

  Or The Scott Skiles Shuffle, really.  But what's the difference? He is this
team, like it or not, and every time he backpedals after a score and does that
little "whoopie" step that looks as if he's punching someone in the face, he
is injecting  magic into Michigan State, this little basketball team that
can-can. And who knows how far it will go?
  It's going one step farther now, because  Saturday  Skiles and crew danced
with giants and left  them crippled -- 80-68, MSU over Georgetown -- and the
shuffle, already the rage of East Lansing and Dayton, is now headed for Kansas
City, the Midwest Regional final of the NCAA tournament, and the  people there
better watch their noses.
  Did we say Georgetown? They beat Georgetown? Yeah. That's right. Big
Georgetown. Big John Thompson. Big Ralph Dalton. Big Ronnie Highsmith.
  "Big deal,"  said Skiles.
  Take no prisoners. This was basketball with your fists clenched, and the
whipmaster was Skiles. All day. He had 24 points and five assists,  and that
doesn't even begin to tell you what  he accomplished. He doesn't lead; he
commandeers. He is forever calling the shots, pointing fingers, issuing
threats, slamming his body into defenses, canning  baskets.
  You don't beat the likes of  the Hoyas with simple numbers. You beat them
by stealing their concentration. And throughout this charged-up afternoon, the
Hoyas seemed to be watching Skiles against their will, looking at him the  way
a condemned man might glance at the blade when his head is in the guillotine.
  And Skiles was dancing.
Skiles jump-starts the Spartans 
  Remember, for a moment, that MSU  was picked for the  bottom half of the
Big Ten.  A team whose center averages 2.2 points. A team of small in a game
of big. A team which rides the wild surf with Skiles hanging  10.
  Remember all that, and then consider  that Skiles was one- for-seven in the
first half  and yet the Spartans never faded, mostly because he wouldn't let
them. "This may have been as good a game as he's played all year," said coach
Jud Heathcote,  precisely because, despite the shooting drought, Skiles
refused to be quiet. He dragged his team into this contest through passing and
quarterbacking, as someone might drag an uncooperative dog to the  park, until
the team  started running on its own.
  And then it started to run away. It began with a highlight film clip, 14
minutes left in the game, MSU leading, 43-40. And then came the thumping  of
Skiles' sneakers, like distant war drums, clomping down the hardwood floor and
moving fast. He had Larry Polec on the left, Vernon Carr on the right and the
ball coming off his palm in a gleeful dribble.  Forget it. Skiles drove the
middle, put the ball behind his back, looked right, dished off left -- what
the . . . ? -- and Polec banked it in for two, and the crowd went
half-hysterical, and it was never that close again.
  "Routine play,"  Polec  said. "He does that all the time. I knew I was
going to get the ball. I just didn't know how."
  MSU ran off an 11-2  spurt, Skiles regained his shooting touch, and
Georgetown, the  gray T-shirt mob, the NCAA finalist last year, was bent and
beaten, half  its players bandaged at the knees and the other half in foul
trouble. As the final minutes ticked  off, all Thompson and company could do
was stare at Skiles celebrating.
  Like watching the Grim Reaper breakdance.
Mission Impossible in KC? 
  So now what? Goin' to Kansas City, that's what. A  regional final against
Kansas -- the second-ranked team in the country -- right in the Jayhawks' back
yard. Sounds impossible. Which means it may be tailor-made for the Spartans.
  Say it now. This  is a well-coached team with several good players --
Darryl Johnson, Carr, Polec -- and one superstar. A team that's already gone
farther than anyone dreamed. Yes, Skiles has a dark past: several arrests,
lots of in-court drama. But that is another day, another story. This is the
present, and the present is a clenched fist and a backpedal and a "Wooo!
Wooo!" war cry.
  Call it the Spartan Shuffle. With  MSU  two victories away from the  Final
Four, there may be a lot more people doing it this week. And maybe . . . next
week?
  "We're not trying to get in the final 16," Skiles said after Saturday's
win. "We're trying to get to the final game."
  Hey, hey, hey.
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