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DETROIT FREE PRESS
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920323
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Monday, March 23, 1992
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METRO FINAL
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SPT
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1C
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MITCH ALBOM
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Copyright (c) 1992, Detroit Free Press
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SOME TEAMS SIMPLY CAN'T MEASURE UP TO WOLVERINES
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ATLANTA --  I don't want to sound psychic, but the moment I saw East
Tennessee State come out for warm-ups, I knew this game was over. I was
eye-to-eye with the players, for pete's sake! I haven't  been eye-to-eye with
a basketball player since I found one sleeping in his car.

  Here was Jason (Shorty) Niblett and Eric (Shorty) Palmer and Calvin (Shorty)
Talford and a host of other ETSU guys who, with the exception of 6-foot-11
Greg Dennis -- and he carries as much weight as a No. 2 pencil -- didn't
exactly measure up to the task. Yes. I know the Buccaneers upset Arizona the
other day. But Arizona  is not Michigan, not in climate and not in basketball
team. Obviously not in hang time.

  These Wolverines may be young, but they are big. And they are fast. And
they enjoy fresh air, especially that  fresh air up around the rim. They like
to soar up high, take a deep breath, maybe snap a few photographs -- and then
ram the ball through the hoop. 
  The result, Sunday afternoon, was two games; one  played down here, and one
played up there. I don't want to say Michigan advanced to the Round of 16 by
performing on a different level than East Tennessee State. I did, however, see
the players fitted  for parachutes. 
  Strategy is good. Tempo is good. Defense is good.
  Height is better.
  "I'm not ragging on them or anything, but they are, you know, short," said
Jimmy King, who had so many  flying dunks in this 102-90 victory that I lost
count. And he's a guard! Add his total to all the turnaround jumpers center
Juwan Howard (23 points) threw over the helpless ETSU defenders and all the
soft lay-ups Chris Webber (30 points) dropped in as ETSU looked up in awe and
you pretty much have the story of Round 2. 
  Dunk. Slam. Alley-oop.
  Next?
 
Who can spare a ladder?
  "Do you remember  anyone getting a hand in your face all day?" Jalen Rose
was asked, after he scored 19 points.
  "Nah," he answered.
  Of course not. The guys covering him were 5-foot-6 (Palmer) or 5-foot-11
(Niblett)  or, the big man, 6-foot-4 (Talford). 
  And Rose is 6-foot-8.
  And can jump over the basket.
  Which he threatened to do several times, along with the rest of his
high-flying teammates. There  were so many alley-oop passes in this game the
referees should have been blowing penny-whistles. Here comes Rose, a no-look
lob to Ray Jackson. Slam! Here comes Rose again, a no-look lob to Webber.
Slam! Spectators who hadn't seen Michigan play all year were left with jaws
agape and eyes rolling, particularly on the piece de resistance in the first
half, where Howard lobbed the ball in from the free-throw  line and Webber
leapt high, intercepted it, one-handed, on his way down, and mashed it through
the rim.
  "Unbelievable," was the word I heard most often uttered.
  "Can we get a ladder?" was East  Tennessee State's response.
  Now, let me say right here that short teams can do great things in
basketball. Maybe even win a national championship. But they need other
strengths to compensate. Against  Arizona, the Buccaneers found such strengths
in their quickness, their pressing defense and their three-point shooting.
  But against Michigan, their trump cards were matched. The Wolverines like
few things better than a team that challenges their speed. And that speed also
can break a press, and let them tighten the defense on those water bug guards.
  "It was scary today," said ETSU's Rodney  English, a 6-4 forward. "I was
almost afraid to miss a shot because they would get the rebound, and then they
were off to the races. I have never played against anyone who got after me the
way they did."
  "Michigan is huge," said Bucs coach Alan LeForce. "I wouldn't be surprised
if they make it to the Final Four. . . ."
It doesn't get any easier
  You know what? Neither would I. The talent is there.  The size is there.
The speed is there. And, frankly, this business about the starters being
freshmen is a little overdone. First of all, it's an advantage, I think, to be
a freshman during March Madness,  because you don't even know what you're
doing. You've never failed in an NCAA tournament, so you don't fear the
consequences. You play loose and go for broke.
  Besides, these kids -- Webber, Rose,  Howard, King, Jackson -- are not
exactly babes in the woods of spotlight. They have all been through big
pressure and national media attention when they were in high school. And they
had plenty during  U-M's regular season. "The only difference," Howard told
reporters Sunday, "is that there's more of you now."
  Having said all that, I must say this: The Wolverines still haven't proven
everything.  Even with Sunday's victory. Yes, they showed they can handle the
pressure of the first round. But both teams they faced they should have
beaten. Temple wasn't in their league. And East Tennessee State  had its
miracle against Arizona.
  This is not to take away from Michigan. After all, it could have been
knocked out via upset, as were St. John's, Kansas and USC. But winning two
games against inferior  teams -- even if they are older and more mature --
doesn't mean you are ready to cut down the nets on a Monday night.
  The next round will be the big test. Oklahoma State looms as a more than
worthy  opponent, and should U-M survive, North Carolina or Ohio State is
next. That's Big Time. The pretenders are gone now. The real thing beckons.
  But that's Friday. For now, the Wolverines should enjoy what they've done,
and should revel in the memories of this game, most of which they will see
from a skylight angle, looking down on all those Buccaneers hands trying
desperately to reach them. Soar.  Fly. Alley-oop. Dunk.
  As he left the court, Jimmy King raced into the tunnel -- and ran smack
into a Michigan staff person carrying a cup of orange pop, which splashed all
over King, soaking his  uniform.
  "Dang, man!" he said, laughing.
  It was the only thing that touched him all day.
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COLLEGE; BASKETBALL; U-M; NCAA
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