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DETROIT FREE PRESS
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910104
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Friday, January 04, 1991
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METRO FINAL CHASER
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SPT
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1C
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MITCH ALBOM
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SEE ALSO  METRO FINAL EDITION, Page 1C
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Copyright (c) 1991, Detroit Free Press
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MSU PULLS ITS WEIGHT,
TAKES EDGE OFF RIVALRY
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EAST LANSING --  The screamers can take the year off. Save your voices. Save
the gas. The Michigan-Michigan State basketball rivalry, which, when it's
good, is really good, is no better than lopsided  this winter, one of those
years when the light shines in only one direction. Green light. Spartans go.
The Wolverines will spend most of their season just trying to get across the
street.

  This is  OK, even though some Michigan fans probably crawled under the bed
after Thursday night. If you hadn't bothered to look at this season's U-M team
before its  85-70 defeat, you are probably shaking your  head now, the way
people do after they've just seen a sick friend for the first time. Were those
really the Wolverines?  I hardly recognized them. My God, when did they get so
weak? 

  Try graduation  day last spring. When Michigan said good-bye to Rumeal
Robinson, Terry Mills and Loy Vaught, they weren't just giving up the
inventory, they were giving up the store. The keys. The lease. The whole baby.
 They are tadpoles now, at the beginning of the evolution process. 
  On top of that, like tadpoles, they are small. Real small. Watching guys
like Demetrius Calip and Michael Talley (the starting guards,  both 6-foot-1)
try to match magic with guys like Steve Smith (6-7),  Mike Peplowski (6-10)
and Matt Steigenga (6-7) is like watching little fish trying to swim past
sharks. You saw it in the first half  Thursday night, when Michigan State had
more than twice the rebounds and four times the points in the paint.
  "When they shoved, we moved," lamented U-M coach Steve Fisher.
  Yeah. Right out of  the picture.
Michigan State owns the state
  As  I said, this is OK, because in college, teams are like volcanoes. They
erupt, then go dormant, then erupt again. Michigan, which two years ago won
the national championship, will mature -- it has no other way to go. Right
now, however, the Wolverines are little more than a couple of tall, skinny
kids, surrounded by water bug guards. They have no  visible inside game -- at
least there wasn't one Thursday night -- and their defense, which is one way
you can make up for physical shortcomings, is, to be polite, not going to make
anyone forget the  Pistons. 
  Nonetheless,  Fisher is a smart coach. He knows how to teach. And
considering the recruits from whom he already has commitments for next season,
 Spartans fans shouldn't gloat too much.
  They can gloat a little. They own the state for 1991. They dominated the
Wolverines in this Big Ten opener, and the next time they meet will be the Big
Ten finale. By that point, you can bet no one  will be holding his breath over
the outcome.
  "It was a game we should have won, and we won it," said MSU coach Jud
Heathcote, which is, if nothing else, diplomatic. Peplowski had a more candid
observation.  Someone said Thursday didn't really feel like a
Michigan-Michigan State night. Peplowski said: "Well, it was important for us
to remember we have to play Iowa this weekend." 
  So there you have it:  On Green versus Blue night, one team was thinking
about Black and Gold.
  Can you blame them? The Spartans never trailed in this showdown. At one
point they led by 23 points. They dominated the boards,  and the shots they
missed, they often put back in. 
  The second half seemed to be a showcase of alley-oop -- much to the delight
of the sold-out Breslin Center. Here was Mark Montgomery lofting the  ball to
Smith, who rammed it in, and here was Smith lobbing the ball to Steigenga, who
walloped it in. Here was Peplowski, swinging his muscle around  the way
Gulliver might swing it in a game against  the Lilliputians. 
  This was not last winter,  when  you lost your voice screaming when MSU
upset the Wolverines en route to a surprisingly successful season. This was
not the winter before, when  Michigan flouted its star-studded cast and sent
the Spartans home empty-handed.
  This result, as Heathcote said, was expected. To be honest, the only real
surprise was U-M's record coming in. It was  7-3. Here is what I want to know:
Who were the seven? And how can we help them?
Only Smith seems charged up
  Let's talk about Smith for a second. He has a gorgeous shot, beautiful form
and a loose,  floppy body that suggests he might have been Gumby in another
life. Smith is one of those players who can tuck his shirt into his shorts and
two seconds later it's out, dangling, flying. He can scoop,  dunk, he can pull
up and arch a beautiful touch shot. He did all that Thursday and scored 24
points, with seven rebounds and eight assists. He also had at least five long
stares at his Michigan opponents after he scored a basket, as if each swish
was a measure of revenge. 
  "I get a little charged up when it's Michigan-Michigan State," he admitted
later. "It's probably because the tide has turned.  We're the best basketball
team in the state right now."
  Look at the films. You can't argue with him. So save the flags. Put away
the pom-poms. Before the game, I saw a Spartans fan wearing a green
sweatshirt. It referred to the recent football season, with a message for
Michigan fans: "Spartans 28, Wolverines 27. Deal with it." 
  They may soon be printing the basketball version.
  Except  it won't be that close.
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