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DETROIT FREE PRESS
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920321
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Saturday, March 21, 1992
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METRO FINAL CHASER
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SPT
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1B
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MITCH ALBOM
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Copyright (c) 1992, Detroit Free Press
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WEBBER AND COMPANY ARE A CUT ABOVE -- FOR NOW
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ATLANTA --  In the big room where the media gather in the basement of the
Omni, they have tables full of information on each of the teams in this
tournament. Pile after pile. School after school.  Media guides. Statistics.
By Friday afternoon, there was a big empty space above the sign marked "ST.
JOHN'S." That team had been defeated just an hour earlier; already all its
brochures were thrown  out.

  The lesson: Death comes quickly in March Madness. One slip and you're an
empty spot on the table.

  For a while there Friday night, they might have been fingering the Michigan
pile, too. The  Wolverines, a team that started five freshmen for the first
time, I believe, in the history of this crazy tournament (I could be wrong,
but nobody seems to remember it happening before),  almost saw  The Beginning
and The End on their very first game. They had blown a big lead, were throwing
the ball away, missing dunks, getting called for traveling, and  Temple coach
John Chaney, who has been around  for years and has a sagging face that
suggests he has been around since the dawn of time, was screaming at his team,
"Get a lead! Get a cushion, and I'll win this game for you! We can rattle
them! They're  young!"
  Oh, yes. They're young. That's the first thing you always say about these
Wolverines, isn't it? Especially when they make mistakes. They're young.
They're nervous. They're foolish. They don't know how to shave.
  Wait. They do know how to shave. At least they know how to shave their
heads. I can prove this: Friday afternoon, Chris Webber was sleeping in his
hotel room and he woke  up after dreaming about his younger days, when he wore
"the bald head" haircut, and he nudged his roommate, Jalen Rose, and said,
"I'm fixing to cut my hair bald-headed."
  And Jalen said, "Huh?"
  And Chris said, "I played more aggressive when I was bald- headed, I think.
Help me cut it."
  And they got out the clippers, which Webber says they take on every  trip
(don't ask me why; they're  young, I guess), and they cut Chris's hair, all of
it, down to the scalp.
  So they do know how to shave.
  They also know how to win, or at least how not to lose in the first round
of the tournament.  (Something St. John's wishes it knew right about now,
along with where all its brochures went.) The Wolverines weathered that Temple
comeback and Chaney's evil plans to rattle them; they survived the
embarrassment of a 14-point lead turning into a four-point deficit; they
endured a series of plays in which Webber blew a fast break by trying a
behind-the-back pass, and Ray Jackson missed a wide-open  dunk, and Rob
Pelinka grabbed a rebound, then fell on the out-of-bounds line.
  They even survived some bad microphone work. The Omni public address
announcer kept pronouncing Jalen Rose as "Jay-leeen" Rose.
  "I heard that," Rose said afterward. "I kept looking over to see who he was
talking about."
  He was talking about the star of the game, as it turns out, and maybe the
biggest reason Michigan  still has practice today. Rose (19 points) sprang to
life when Michigan was in danger of blowing it all. He hit two running bank
shots in a row, then a crucial  three-point basket to re-establish the  U- M
lead. He also sank the free throws down the stretch to straight-arm any Temple
comebacks.
  After Michigan was finished -- final score: Wolverines 73, Owls 66 -- Rose
admitted he was nervous in  his first tournament game. "My hands were sweaty
back in the hotel."
  Hmmm.  Not while he was cutting Webber's hair, I hope.
  Other first-tournament-game reactions from the U-M freshmen:
  Jimmy  King: "I wasn't nervous; I was excited."
  Juwan Howard: "If you get nervous out there, you lose."
  Webber: "I was nervous. During lay-up lines, I kept thinking about how my
dad and I used to play  games one-on-one, and I would dream it was the NCAA
tournament. It wasn't even the noise tonight, because the arena was
half-empty. And it wasn't the TV cameras, because we've had those before. It
was  just the idea that this is the tournament, you know?"
  Somehow, I believe that answer more than the others.
  But OK. The important thing is in one game, we saw the Wolverines burst
into flames,  douse themselves, then reignite in time for a victory. Let's
face it. This team is like a Crackerjack box. You never know what you'll get
when you open it. Friday night, it was the prize.  Sunday, against surprising
underdog East Tennessee State, it could be a whole different story.
  But remember that the NCAA tournament is a thing that builds on itself. You
tend to correct mistakes as you go along,  and the farther you go, the more
confidence you display. The thought of this brash young team (did I say young?
I meant, you know, well, I meant young, I guess) playing with any more
confidence is a  little frightening. Already there is too much on-court
celebration, too many attempts at flash when modesty is safer.
  But that's the Wolverine team. They are one of the best mysteries of this
tournament,  and as each game arrives, some staff person will no doubt be
checking out their pile of brochures in the media room.
  "They overcame mistakes tonight," warned Chaney afterward, "but I don't
know if  they can overcome those same mistakes against an equally talented
team."
  To which Steve Fisher replied:  "To be honest, I think we got past the
young thing a while ago. When we make mistakes, it's  not youth, it's just
college basketball. We've been hearing how being young is this disadvantage. I
say we turn it into an advantage."
  Hmmm. 
  You know, Steve, that's an excellent idea.
  Now  take those hair clippers away from those kids. They're young, and they
might hurt themselves.
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