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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 EDITION
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SPT
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MITCH ALBOM
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SEE ALSO METRO FINAL 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 made the Ole Miss Rebels eat his dust at Tuesday's
Gator Bowl. That wouldn't be fair. They weren't that close.

  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 and wait,  eyes to the sky, as if he were watching a NASA
splashdown. "I said to myself, 'Come down, ball,' " Howard recalled.
  It came down. He caught it. He ran it in for a touchdown -- the first of
five  U-M touchdowns.  Later, Howard snagged another, quicker Grbac pass, did
a 180-degree spin that left an Ole Miss defender flying off the screen -- I
think I last saw that move on "Dance Fever" --  and  chalked up another long
score, 50 yards. 
  Dazzling. That's a good word for him. Dazzling. All afternoon he was
there, greased lighting, losing defenders, leaving only a breeze. There were
other  offensive stars on this afternoon, certainly. (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 it,
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 busy running through holes the size of military
transports, and Jarrod Bunch wasn't busy  saying farewell to his college days
with two touchdowns.
  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. Those days, remember, were with a different coach. And a different cast.
  Which leads us to this: Maybe the biggest lesson from Tuesday's victory
has less to do with the season it ended  than with the season coming up. Let's
face it:
  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 beefy ensemble of Tom Dohring, Dean Dingman, Matt Elliot,
Steve Everitt and Greg Skrepenak. 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 Tuesday 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. Most of the time I never  got touched until I was in the
secondary. The holes were huge!" 
  Indeed. Michigan was gaining yardage so fast, the guys moving the chains
had to take oxygen. The offensive line, all five starters,  were voted MVPs of
this game, partly, I think, because the guys who vote were afraid what the
linemen 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.
  Which leads to the question: Were the Wolverines this good or Ole Miss
this bad? Probably both. Michigan has long had great talent, but 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 post-game 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."
  So they went to the air early, and when the first drive stalled with an
interception, they came right back  and went deep again. Such a gunner's
attitude is different from previous January appearances with Bo Schembechler.
Then again, let's be honest: 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, 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 plenty of teeth.
And he's got that 180 spin move down pretty well, too.
  "I practice that," Howard said, laughing. "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 things here: Moeller -- if you count the Hall of
Fame Bowl he coached  when Schembechler was ill -- now is 2-0 in bowl games.
He has most of his offense coming back, and most of his defense (which, it
goes without saying, did a heck of a job Tuesday, holding the Rebels  to three
points). This season's group, 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 downright frightening. And they
know it.
  "I think anything less than a Rose Bowl or a national championship next
year," Grbac said, "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 year is the
possibility of bash in the offensive line, dash in the backfield  and flash in
the receiving corps.
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