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DETROIT FREE PRESS
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880927
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Tuesday, September 27, 1988
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METRO FINAL
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SPT
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1D
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Photo PAULINE LUBENS
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MITCH ALBOM
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Copyright (c) 1988, Detroit Free Press
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SOCKS APPEAL
ONCE ANONYMOUS MAJERLE HUSTLES INTO U.S. FANS' HEARTS
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SEOUL, South Korea --  The knock on the car window was frantic. He rolled
it down. Two American teenagers, dressed in T-shirts and USA caps, began to
plead desperately. Please. Pleeeease! What did  they want? They wanted his
socks.

  "My what?" said Dan Majerle.

  "Your socks! Give us your socks!"
  "My socks?"
  "Would you sign 'em? Pleeeease?"
  "You want my socks?"
  "Yeah, man!"
  "I can't give you my socks."
  "Pleeeeease."
  This is how far Dan Majerle has come. When summer started, nobody knew who
he was -- just another tall guy trying to make the U.S. Olympic basketball
team. He was a longshot. A big longshot. But each time the ax fell, he was
still there, and suddenly, the cuts were over and it was September and the
Olympics began and he kicked into gear. 
  Now  they wanted his socks.
  "Can't I give you something else?" 
  "No, man! We want your socks. 
  "I can't give you my socks."
  "Come on! You're the greatest."
  The greatest? Dan Majerle? They  still can't pronounce his name. They still
don't know where exactly he went to school -- someplace in Michigan,  wasn't
it? -- or why they had never heard of him before. But they see the way he
shoots  the three- pointer and the way he crashes into opponents and the way
he plays defense as if every basket scored against him is an egg on his
family's house. 
  And they love him. From his head to his  toes. His bare toes. Give 'em your
socks.
  "My socks?" he said again.
  What a thing! Here we are, the morning of the biggest Olympic basketball
game in 16 years -- the rematch of  United States and Soviet Union, the only
team ever to have beaten the Americans in Olympic competition -- and Dan
Majerle is leading the way.
  This is a story that makes up one of those Olympic moments. Bang the
drums. Sound the trumpets.
  Danny Manning? You heard of him. David Robinson? J.R. Reid? Hersey
Hawkins? These are famous names. Everyone knows these names.
  Dan Majerle is not a famous name. But  he is the leading scorer on the
team. And they have him playing three positions.
  "It's been a kick for me," he said, following the United State's 94-57
victory over Puerto Rico. "People who have  never seen me play are getting to
know me. When I first hooked up with these guys, I was a little in awe. But
now we're all the same."
  Some might argue that. Some might say Majerle, who starred for  Central
Michigan, is better -- at least in the eyes of Olympic coach John Thompson.
Thompson is the Darth Vader  of his profession. With one blast of his
shark-deep voice, he can reduce you to trembling.  Thompson hates everything.
Or so it seems. It is said that Dan  Majerle is the only player on this team
who can make him smile.
  "Sometimes, during practice, Dan is so quiet, I have to say 'Dan, are  you
back there?' " Thompson bellowed. 
  He paused. "I LIKE that."
  He likes it! Hey, Mikey! He likes his defense. He likes his shooting.
Mostly he likes his attitude. Majerle, 23, will not be intimidated.  During an
exhibition tour against NBA stars, he would confront the most famous of
players. No awe here -- they were just opponents in his way. During the early
rounds of the Olympics, he drew the toughest  defensive assignments --
including Brazil's Oscar Schmidt, perhaps the finest non- American player in
the tournament. ("He'll have a few bruises," Majerle had said of Schmidt
before that game. The United  States  won big. Schmidt -- averaging over 40
points a game -- was held to 7-for-16 from the floor.)
  George Raveling, one of Thompson's assistants: "Dan's big, strong, tough
and quiet. That's why  coach likes him so much."
  Charles Smith, who plays for Thompson at Georgetown: "People say Dan's a
Big East player. That's why Coach likes him so much -- he could play for us.
Aw. He could play for  anybody."
  He  could play for Phoenix later this year. He is a first- round draft
choice with suddenly high expectations. And yet you look at the guy, those
apple cheeks, the curly hair, and if you  shrunk that 6-foot-5 frame down to
say, 4-foot-5, you'd find him in a tree house counting his baseball cards.
  "Do you have any idea how popular you've become?" Majerle was asked.
  "Really?" he  said, grinning. "I'm kind of out of touch with that. I did
get a telegram from the people back at school. They said, 'the toilet paper is
flying back at CMU."
  "The toilet paper?"
  "We used to  throw toilet paper after our wins there. I guess that's what
it means."
  Yeah. Probably. And maybe Dan's popularity is why the folks in his
hometown, Traverse City, chipped in so his parents could come see their son
play in the Olympics.
  What a thing! Tonight is a game that every kid wants to play in --  every
kid, every adult, every middle-aged fan who remembers where he was when the
Soviets  banked in that final basket in that frenzied Munich arena as the
United States team screamed in disbelief. For three Olympics,  this rematch
has gone unplayed. Tonight, finally, it comes.
  And Majerle  will start.
  "I'm excited," he said, "I guess anyone would be. We've been concentrating
on each opponent one at a time, so we haven't had much chance to think about
(the Soviets) yet.
  "But we  will now."
  If the U.S. players win, Majerle said, and go on to capture a gold medal,
he will put his in "a special place." Probably along with all the snapshots
and newspaper clips and collected evidence of this best summer of his life.
  He is the quiet soldier who blossoms into the leader, the small-town kid
who gets off the bus in Tinsel Town and lands a three-picture deal. Dan
Majerle  is the guy who first makes them say "Who?" and later makes them say
"Who was that?"
  And now they want his socks.
  "Pleeeeese!" they pleaded.
  "Anything else."
  "Pleeeease!"
  "I'm sorry,"  he said. "I gotta go."
  And the car pulled away. The two teenagers with the USA caps stood and
watched until it was gone.
  "Are you very disappointed?" they were asked.
  "Nah, he's great," said  one. "We just wanted his socks."
  "We would've settled for his shoes, though," said the other.
CUTLINE
Dan Majerle leads the U.S. team in scoring. 
U.S. Olympic coach John Thompson likes Majerle  for his defense, his shooting
and his attitude.
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OLYMPICS
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