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DETROIT FREE PRESS
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910323
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Saturday, March 23, 1991
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METRO FINAL CHASER
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NWS
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1A
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Photo Color JOHN A. STANO
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Eastern  Michigan University junior Kory Hallas reacts as his
team loses to North Carolina on Friday night in East
Rutherford, N.J. The final score in  the NCAA regional
semifinal game was 93-67. For more on  the game and other
tournament contests, see Page 1B.
Paul Cato, 12, cheers on his uncle, Eastern Michigan forward
Roger Lewis, during Friday night's NCAA tournament game against
North Carolina.
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<BYLINE>
MITCH ALBOM
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Copyright (c) 1991, Detroit Free Press
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EVEN THE LOSS IS SWEET
NO-NAME TEAM STOOD WITH BASKETBALL'S BEST
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EAST RUTHERFORD, N.J.  -- Some games are not about winning and losing. Some
are simply about showing you belong. So when Carl Thomas finally walked off
the court Friday night, his shirt dangling,  sweat dripping down his back, and
embraced his teammates at the end of what -- for the starters on the best team
to ever come out of Ypsilanti -- was their last game together, the fans began
to buzz.  Then, slowly, they clapped. And finally, many of them stood and
cheered. It was a message, and the message was this: forget the loss. They
belong, these kids from Eastern Michigan, all of them -- Carl  Thomas, who hit
those long-distance bombs, and his twin brother Charles, who made the dizzy
cross-court passes, and Marcus Kennedy, the big guy with the goggles, and Kory
Hallas, the skinny forward, and little Lorenzo Neely, the boyish looking point
guard who, before the game, wore a T-shirt during warm-ups that read, quite
appropriately, "The Five Heartbeats." 

  They belonged, these five heartbeats,  right here in the thick of the NCAA
championships, playing against North Carolina, one of the finest college
basketball machines ever assembled, and holding their own, thank you. Never
mind that until  two weeks ago, few people had even heard of Eastern Michigan
-- including people in their home state. Never mind that last month they were
a game away from missing the tournament completely. Never mind.  They had been
given a chance, a chance most players from small colleges only dream about,
and they had taken that chance and run all the way into Friday night, the
Sweet Sixteen.

  And they weren't  finished. 
  Here they were, halfway through the game, going basket for basket with Dean
Smith's Tar Heels. Basket for basket? Yes. North Carolina would score, and
then Thomas would race downcourt  and chuck in a three pointer, and then North
Carolina would score, and Neely would push it downcourt and pass inside to
Kennedy for a lay-up, and then North Carolina would score, and Charles Thomas
would  bang one from the three- point range. The score was 15-13, and 38-36
and 44-42.
  Eastern Michigan. North Carolina. 
  Basket for basket?
  "Hey, we came in thinking we could win," Carl Thomas  would say.
  For a while, they had us believing it, too.
Eastern mysticism
  And that is the magic of this EMU team, that is what you should take with
you long after the final tally of this game -- a lopsided 93-67 for North
Carolina, not really indicative of the battle -- fades from memory. EMU making
their first-ever Sweet Sixteen appearance, played hard, they played intensely.
In the end,  their lack of depth would hurt them, as would their defensive
collapses. In the end, North Carolina would run off all those unanswered
points. In the end, the Tar Heels would be what they were supposed  to be:
bigger, deeper, stronger. 
  "They kept bringing guys in off the bench and every one of them looked
bigger than the one they replaced," Neely marveled afterward.
  So it finished as a rout.  But for a while there -- whoa, boy. It was the
kind of game you dream about when David meets Goliath. Here was Eastern
Michigan, playing loose, shirt- flapping basketball, racing up-court, doing
all the  things you're not supposed to do -- cross-court passing, hanging in
midair and then finding a man, shooting outside without even looking inside --
all the things that drive a coach crazy, unless they  work. And they were
working. The shots were falling. The passes were true. "You have to give them
credit," Dean Smith admitted afterward. "They threw us off our rhythm."
  For a while, they did more  than that. Here were the Thomas brothers, who
used to be football stars at Lansing Everett High School -- Magic Johnson's
alma-mater -- and Charles, the former quarterback, lofted the ball to Carl,
the  former-receiver, and Carl slammed it home and hung on the rim. Two
points. Here was Hallas, the Canadian-born senior, banking in a basket to pull
the Hurons within four points. Here was Kennedy, the  guy with the bullet in
his leg, the guy who transferred from Ferris State just to get one year at
Eastern, one great year -- and he was banging the boards with players such as
Eric Montross and Pete  Chilcutt. And he was proving a point, the same point
they were all making: basketball is basketball. It doesn't matter how many
recruiting letters you got. Toss it up, and let's see what you got.
  "Years from now, I can tell my kids I played in a Sweet Sixteen game,
against North Carolina," Kennedy said afterward. "I'm proud of that, anyhow."
  "How would you sum up this whole thing, this whole unexpected experience?"
he was asked.
  Kennedy said, "I had fun."
  Didn't we all?
They'll settle for three
  And what a pleasant change. A team in it for the fun, for the thrill of the
moment.  Eastern Michigan gave us a good March, the kind of March we had a few
years ago, when the Wolverines went all the way with a new coach and an
underdog team. The kind of March that makes you believe in  college
basketball. This team will split up now, the best team to ever come out of
Ypsilanti. They will try different things. Almost certainly none of them will
play in the NBA. So this may be their  fattest memory, the farthest they ever
go in big time basketball. They did the moment proud. Ben Braun, their coach,
showed the nation a cohesive, flammable group, great shooters, great passers.
"I told  them to be proud," he said afterward. But they already know that.
  If nothing else, a few more people now know where Eastern Michigan is. A
few more people realize our state is not just two teams  when it comes to
college basketball. This was the year little EMU went beyond the Wolverines,
beyond the Spartans,  to a 26-7 season. This is the year they crashed the
tournament and beat Mississippi  State and Penn State and boxed for 30 minutes
against North Carolina. This was the year they saw cameras from ESPN and CBS
and heard the questions like "Which one of you is Charles and which one of you
 is Carl?"
  A hell of a year, when you think about it. Especially since, officially,
they are a team without a name.
  "Have you guys ever discussed what you would like the team called, now that
 'Hurons' is going to be dropped?" someone asked Carl Thomas.
  He paused for a moment. "I think I'd call us 'The Winners.' Yeah. The
Eastern Michigan Winners."
  Has a nice ring to it.
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COLLEGE;  BASKETBALL; CMU
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