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DETROIT FREE PRESS
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910102
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Wednesday, January 02, 1991
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METRO FINAL
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SPT
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MITCH ALBOM
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SEE ALSO METRO EDITION, Page 1D
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Copyright (c) 1991, Detroit Free Press
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THESE REBELS WITHOUT A CLUE
AGAINST DAZZLING DESMOND
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JACKSONVILLE, Fla. --  Well, after careful analysis, I think we can all
agree that the turning point in this game  was the opening kickoff. That, or
when Desmond Howard put on his uniform. 

  I don't want to say Howard took over the Gator Bowl. I don't want to  say he
made the Ole Miss Rebels eat his dust. That wouldn't be fair. They didn't get
close enough to eat his dust.

  Desmond  was dazzling. He turned Mississippi into Rebels Without a Clue.
Example: First quarter. Michigan's Elvis Grbac uncorks a bomb that goes as
high as it does long. Up, up, up. Down, down, down. I've seen  punts with less
hang time. Fortunately, Howard was so far ahead of the Mississippi defenders,
he was able to stop, look up and wait, as if he were watching a NASA
splashdown. "I said to myself, 'Come  down, ball, come down,' " Howard
recalled.
  It came down. He caught it. Then he accelerated beyond the charging Rebels
 and ran it in for a touchdown -- the first of five U-M touchdowns.  Later,
Howard snagged a better Grbac pass, did a 180-degree spin -- a move I last saw
 on "Dance Fever" -- and left the defender flying off the screen. Howard raced
to the end zone. A 50-yard touchdown. See  you later.
  Dazzling. That's a good word for Howard. All afternoon he was there, then
gone, losing defenders, leaving only a breeze. There were other offensive
stars on this afternoon.  (Hey, there  had better be when the score is 35-3.)
But Howard? He was the spark. He was Peter Pan, zipping through the air and
saying "Follow me! You can fly!" He had six catches, three kick returns, a
long reverse and two touchdowns. This is the difference between Desmond Howard
and everybody else: When Howard touches the ball, you lean forward in your
seat.
  "He did a few things today that even shocked me,"  Grbac said. "When he's
playing that way, it enables us to do just about anything."
  And they did. Just about anything. Howard's magic loosened the offense to
the point that soon he was simply the  thing you watched when Jon Vaughn and
Ricky Powers weren't running through holes the size of military transports,
and  Jarrod Bunch wasn't saying farewell to college by dragging tacklers into
the  end  zone.
  Whoa. Run that score by us again? 35-3? And 715 yards of total offense?
Michigan? The school famous for making bowl games look like tractor pulls?
Well. Remember, that was a different coach.  And a different cast.
  Which makes you wonder: Did the biggest lesson from Tuesday's victory have
 less to do with the season it ended and more to do with the season coming up?
 After all, any offense with Howard, Grbac, Vaughn, Powers and Derrick
Alexander coming back could be hotter than Georgia asphalt.
The holes were how big?
  Now, relax. I have not forgotten about the offensive line. The  offensive
line was, how can I put it?
  "GRLLLLZZP!"
  "MRRRGGHHH!"
  "Ayee!"
  Those were the sounds heard after each Michigan snap Tuesday. The first
two  came from the offensive line.  The last was the sound of the Ole Miss
defense. I don't want to say this was a lopsided battle. 
  But I will.
  "How would you finish this sentence?" someone asked Powers after he gained
112 yards  and Vaughn gained 128. "The holes today were as big as  . . . "
  "Oh, wow," Powers said. "The holes today were as big as rivers! No, not
rivers. Wait. The holes today were as big as . . . moon craters!  Yeah. No. I
don't know. The holes were huge!"
  Indeed. Michigan was gaining yardage so fast, the guys moving the chains
had to stop for oxygen. All five starters on the offensive line -- Tom
Dohring,  Dean Dingman, Matt Elliott, Steve  Everitt and Greg Skrepenak --
were voted MVPs of this game, partly, I think, because the guys who vote were
afraid of what  they might do if they didn't win it. 
  Talk about effective! Come on, 715 yards? Of offense? In one game? What is
this, Brigham Young? And remember, Gary Moeller had scrubs playing for much of
the fourth quarter. Even they moved the ball.  By the end, I think Moeller
sent the tuba player in, just to keep things fair.
  Question: Were the Wolverines this good or Ole Miss this bad? Probably
both. Michigan has had great talent a long time, but even so, the attitude on
this day was special. "I told our guys earlier in the week that I refused to
play this game not to lose," Moeller said in the postgame locker room. "We
were gonna play to  win it. I told the defense, if the offense makes a
mistake, you guys have to hold, because we're gonna come right back and try it
again."
  And he meant it. The Wolverines went to the air early, and when the first
drive died with an interception, they refused to go conservative; they came
right back and went deep again. Such a gunner's attitude is different from
previous January appearances by U-M.  Then again: This wasn't the Rose Bowl. 
  You could tell that by Ole Miss. No offense, but the Rebels, on Tuesday,
wouldn't have been allowed in the Rose Bowl without tickets. The story goes
that their defense played so well in its regular-season finale against
Mississippi State that defensive coordinator Robert Henry let his players
shave his head. 
  After Tuesday, he should make them buy  him a toupee.
Frightening in '91?
  But let's get back to Howard, a sophomore, because his value to Michigan
only grows as time passes. He is one of those players who justifies the cliche
"makes  things happen." His nickname is "Magic," given to him by a junior high
school basketball coach. He already has Earvin Johnson's laugh. And he has
that 180 spin move down pretty well, too.
  "I practice  that," Howard said, with a big smile.  "I knew I did it when
I heard the crowd go 'Ooooooo.' "
  It won't be the last time. If he stays healthy, his possibilities are
frightening. 
  Can we point  out a few other things: Moeller -- if you count the Hall of
Fame Bowl he coached when Bo Schembechler was ill -- is now 2-0 in bowl games.
Do we have a trend here? He has most of his offense coming back,  and most of
his defense, too (which, it goes without saying, did a remarkable job Tuesday,
holding the Rebels to three points). And remember, this season's Wolverines,
new coach and all, still came within a few points and funny plays of winning
everything.
  All of which suggests that, with a little luck, the 1991 Wolverines could
be dangerously good. And they know it.
  "I think anything less  than a Rose Bowl or a national championship next
year," said Grbac, mulling over the day's events, "would be a big
disappointment." 
  Uh-oh.
  You wonder, after a performance like this, where  Michigan could be right
now, give or take a play here, a whistle there. They are undefeated in their
last six games, and their three losses all came in the fourth quarter, and
were by a total of six  points.
  Then again, don't we always end up saying that about a Michigan team?
  What we don't always say is this: They were an offensive juggernaut
Tuesday. And while the defense was obviously excellent -- and I think three
points speaks for itself -- what whets the appetite for next season is the
possibility of bash in the offensive line, dash in the backfield and flash in
the receiving corps.
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