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8502140509
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DETROIT FREE PRESS
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851103
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Sunday, November 03, 1985
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METRO FINAL
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SPT
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1D
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<BYLINE>
MITCH ALBOM
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Copyright (c) 1985, Detroit Free Press
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<HEADLINE>
WHEN THE FATHER HURTS, THE SON FEELS THE PAIN, TOO
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CHAMPAIGN, Ill. -- There were four seconds left, the score was tied and
Michigan's Andy Moeller, blood smeared across his uniform, was rocking back
and forth on his feet, trying to time his leap.

  A piece of the football. That's all he wanted. He knew this field goal try
by Illinois would be the last play of the game.

  His muscles throbbed from two hours worth of impact, bruising tackles,
helmets in the gut. Who had time to think about that? A piece. Just a piece.
  The crowd of  76,397 sucked in its breath. The score was 3-3. Everything
was riding on the kick. For Illinois. For Michigan. And for Andy Moeller and
his father, Gary, who was standing on the Wolverines sideline, 30 feet away.
  In football -- as in any sport -- there's the big story, and the smaller
stories inside it.
  This is one of the smaller stories.
  One from the heart.
Ill feelings toward Illinois 
  It begins here, six years ago, when Gary Moeller was the head football
coach at Illinois, and his son  was a sophomore in high school. The father was
in his third year, and the Illini were doing poorly. At the end of the season
he was fired. It was ugly. The coach felt betrayed. He sued the university
for the remainder of his contract. It was big news with the local papers and
TV stations. And it was sticky business for the family.
  Under the most normal circumstances, the loss of a father's job  is tough
for a family to handle. In a fishbowl like Champaign -- where Illini football
on Saturdays is almost a religious rite -- it was tougher. Much tougher.
  "It was such a big deal here," Andy  would recall later. "It was blown way
out of proportion. . . . It was tough to take. Let's just say I don't like
Illinois, OK? I don't like them."
  The family moved to Michigan and the senior Moeller  severed all ties with
Champaign. To this day, he does not speak with certain members of the Illinois
staff. He'd found a new job under Bo Schembechler's maize and blue.
  And his son had come to play  for the same team.
  Not only that. He'd developed into a standout. This season, Andy  -- a
6-foot, 220-pound linebacker with broad shoulders and a shock of blond hair --
leads the Michigan defense  in tackles.
  Both father and son have come a long way since 1979. But right or wrong, a
firing is difficult to forget for the man fired and for his son -- especially
when the son had to hear it from  friends and neighbors and read about it in
newspapers. 
  How many chances come for a son to strike back -- even in a small fashion?
  Here was one. The big story was Michigan vs. Illinois. The small  story,
for lack of better words,  was a case of a family's honor.
A victory for the father and son 
  And all game long, Andy Moeller played that way. He seemed to be in on
every tackle. He made  15 by himself! If they came up the middle, he was
there. Tackle. If they dumped a pass over the middle, he was there. Another
tackle. 
  And his father's defensive unit played just as brilliantly, holding an
explosive Illini offense to just three points. And finally it was down to a
37-yard field goal attempt. One play. Last play. 
  The players dropped into their stances. The crowd rose to its feet. And, of
course, by now, you know what happened. The ball was snapped. Moeller came
charging in,  leaped high, straining every fiber in his body to get the
delicious feel of the ball against  his fingers.
  He didn't get it. But someone else did.
  Dieter Heren, a senior defensive back, tipped the ball, it floated softly
towards the uprights, and then, almost unbelievably, hit the crossbar  and
plunked back towards the field.
  No good. Game over. Tie.
  The Michigan players broke into a celebration. Sure, a tie isn't anything
to celebrate. Unless you were expecting a loss.
  Or you  had something else riding on it.
  "We may not have won," said the elder Moeller in the locker room
afterwards. "But I can't tell you how proud I am of this group. They never
gave up." He looked across  the hall. His son was talking to reporters. 
  In the days to come, the big story will be analyzed; Michigan's
performance, their chances for the Big Ten title and for the Rose Bowl. 
  The smaller  story will fade quietly, except maybe in the confines of the
Moeller household.  Andy is a senior. Next year he goes on his way. The odds
that he and his father will ever share such a moment again are  slim. 
  Sometimes football tests your strength, sometimes it tests your stamina.
And sometimes, it goes straight for the heart. The scoreboard may only say a
tie. But Andy and Gary Moeller did a little  better Saturday.
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COLUMN;U-M;COLLEGE;FOOTBALL
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