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DETROIT FREE PRESS
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890924
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Sunday, September 24, 1989
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METRO FINAL CHASER
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SPT
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1E
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Photo Associated Press
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<BYLINE>
MITCH ALBOM
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SEE ALSO METRO FINAL EDITION page 1E
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Copyright (c) 1989, Detroit Free Press
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<HEADLINE>
SPARTANS GET 'A' FOR EFFORT,
BUT THEY ALSO KNOW THE SCORE
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SOUTH BEND, Ind. --  All afternoon, the only thing that hung in their way was
the scoreboard. They were clobbering the national champions, hurting them,
leaving them dizzy. Michigan State had Notre  Dame breathless and confused;
the Spartans  had them every which way but beaten. The scoreboard. The damn
scoreboard. If only they could pound that thing, tackle it, knock it silly
until it coughed up  some points the way the Fighting Irish had been coughing
up the football.

  No can do. "A" for effort. "L" for loss. Here was a remarkable performance
by a team that lost its most potent offensive  weapon, tailback Blake Ezor,
before the first quarter was over, that threw its rookie quarterback, Dan
Enos, into the fires of the nation's top-rated team. Intimidated? Who's
intimidated? Nobody in green.

  "Notre Dame this, Notre Dame that -- they've been living off that
championship cake for a long time," said  frustrated linebacker Percy Snow
after the Spartans beat up on the Irish but failed to beat  them, 21-13,
leaving Notre Dame undefeated (3-0) and still atop the rankings. "We had them
intimidated. You could see it in their  eyes. They were like tippy-toeing past
us."
  And so they did -- but  they got past them just the same. On a few dumb
mistakes. On a few great plays. When coach George Perles gathered his unranked
team in the locker room, the players'  heads bowed, their chests heaving,  he
began by saying: "No excuses. I don't want any of you saying sour grapes. We
had our chances. They beat us."
  "A" for effort.
  "L" for loss.
How else can you spell it? The Spartans came to  this holy field and
misbehaved; they did things you're not supposed to do to mighty Notre Dame,
king of the hill, No. 1 in the country. They almost came back from a 14-point
deficit. They forced mistakes  -- heck, they literally ripped the ball away
from quarterback Tony Rice, the Heisman Trophy candidate. They shut down the
Irish passing game, while discovering a passing game of their own. They had
the  game  in their hands. And it fell out.
  Here was Enos, the redshirt junior, still dripping from his birth into the
college game, and he fired his first career touchdown pass, over two defenders
to  James Bradley. A 30- yarder? Michigan State? A touchdown pass?
  And here was Enos, after that dazzling play, overthrowing his receiver in
the fourth quarter, a silly mistake, a ball that never had  a chance -- "I
wish I'd had a string to yank it back," he said afterward -- and instead
linebacker Donn Grimm intercepted it, killing the rally and MSU's best chance
for the lead.
  Here was the Michigan  State coaching staff making beautiful calls,
directing the offense like a passing machine, 200 yards in the air. And yet,
for all that strategic genius, here was a confused MSU sideline in the final
minute of the first half, unable to wisely use  time-outs, missing chances and
settling for a field goal when a touchdown appeared  possible.
  The whole afternoon was like that, wasn't it? The Spartans would force an
Irish mistake, then make one of their own. Each time they recovered a fumble
(the Irish made two) or made an interception (two also), you could hear
green-and-white fans chanting, "Now's  the time. We have to stick it in
there!"
  And yet, the Spartans  could not. For all their sweat, for all their mean
licks -- and they made  some hits Saturday that could knock the fat off an
elephant  -- the Spartans could never take the lead. "That's what counts,"
Perles said. "People talk about our conservative offense. Now (after 29 pass
attempts) they'll probably call us liberal. All we're trying to do is win
within the rules. And today, we came up short."
  "A" for effort.
  "L" for loss.
Today  is the second Sunday in succession  that Michiganders wake up feeling
they should have  something  to celebrate, and finding nothing to celebrate at
all. Michigan lost to  these same Irish last week, 24-19, on Raghib Ismail's
two crazy kickoff returns. This week, Ismail never touched a kickoff ("I'm
not dumb," Perles said), but another swifty, tailback Ricky Watters, did the
damage instead, 89 yards rushing, including two touchdown bursts that
accounted for the winning margin.
  That was that.  Coach Lou Holtz said he was "gratified." Rice said: "I
never played that badly." And once again, our state is left to wonder what it
takes to beat these too-humble guys in the gold helmets.
  Surely  Snow is wondering. He  covered the field like a jet-powered
tank. Was there anyone he didn't hit?  He raced across the field to drill Rice
again and again, from the left side, from the right side.  Once he literally
yanked him to the ground over another body. Playing his last game against the
Irish, Snow was a senior possessed, he was the thud you heard on nearly every
tackle. He made  15 for the  day, eight unassisted.
  And what good did it do? Numbers were of no consolation. Neither was
stopping Rice, nor erasing Ismail, nor nearly winning  without Ezor, who
suffered a separated  shoulder  on the second play  and carried four times
for 27 yards.
  Give the Irish credit. When they needed to, they regained consciousness,
marching 62 yards for the clinching touchdown, on Anthony Johnson's  one-yard
run. "We have to get out of this habit of just playing hard when we have to,
instead of dominating all game long,"  Johnson said.
  Well. That's one way to look at it.  The other is that sooner or later,
someone is going to catch these guys, because they're not as intimidating as a
No. 1 team might be. The Spartans,  remember, unlike the Wolverines, are
nowhere to be found in the Top  25  rankings. At least they weren't last week.
The Irish will either lose  soon, or become so battle- tough by these close
calls that they won't lose for years.
  So be it. When the final gun sounded,  the Spartans were trying a
desperation play, a long pass  by redshirt freshman John Gieselman, who
entered  only for that one down. He fumbled the snap, and the ball bounced
helplessly away. High above the corner of the field, the unbeatable opponent
clicked off the final seconds. The scoreboard. The damn scoreboard.
  "We should have won," said Snow, then he bit his lip.
  Shoulda. Coulda. Didn't.  Notre Dame will not soon forget these hits. The
fans here will not soon forget the lumps in their throats.
  "A" for effort.
  "L" for loss.
  "N" for nothing you can do about it.
  Mitch  Albom's sports talk show, "The Sunday  Sports Albom," airs tonight
from 9 to 11 on WLLZ-FM (98.7). Guests include Stacey Mobley, Richard Johnson,
Scott Lusader.CUTLINE
Michigan State's Blake Ezor grimaces  in pain after shoulder separation in
first quarter.
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