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9401110686
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DETROIT FREE PRESS
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940326
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Saturday, March 26, 1994
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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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1994 NCAA TOURNAMENT
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Copyright (c) 1994, Detroit Free Press
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<HEADLINE>
SAME OLD WOLVERINES: SCARE THEIR OPPONENT, THEN SCARE US
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DALLAS --  There are nights when they drive you crazy with their excess,
and nights where you want to slap them for their arrogance. And then there are
nights when you really believe anything is  possible with these Michigan kids.
When you watch them dangled over the alligator pit, losing two starters to
early foul trouble, facing a no-win situation against a darling underdog, and
what do they  do? They not only win, they put on a most unexpected clinic.

  Stop rubbing your eyes. It was real. The team with the reputation for glitz
and glamour actually punched out a sweaty, blue-collar, defense-soaked
victory to get back to the elite eight of the country and, oh yes, continue to
confound the millions who have tried to figure out just what it is that makes
this team tick.

  "Keep guessing," they  seem to say. "And we'll keep winning,"
  Eight 'em up.
  Oh sure, they pushed it to the limit, allowing Maryland to get within six
in the final minute, missing five straight free throws, making everyone  test
the limits of his or her underarm deodorant. 
  But it wouldn't be them if they didn't, would it?
  Forget the final seconds. Here, in this 78-71 victory over Maryland, was a
performance that  nobody would have predicted. With home a suddenly unfriendly
place to Texas natives Jimmy King and Ray Jackson -- four fouls just after
halftime -- and with Juwan Howard fouling out, the Wolverines were  forced to
turn to other starters, subs and the clock.
  They got the most out of all of them.
  Here was Dugan Fife, coming into his own in this tournament. He had been
virtually invisible during  the first two games, but he made up for it Friday,
playing the heady, gritty basketball that you look for from a point guard. At
one juncture, he had as many rebounds as Juwan Howard. He made beautiful
bounce passes inside to the big guy, was there for steals, pokes and fast
breaks, and played the first 31 minutes without a turnover.
  Oh yeah. He scored 12 points.
  This was a night when the Michigan  Foreign Legion, a.k.a. Mahktar Ndiaye
and Olivier Saint-Jean, got their baptism of fire, spending more time in the
game than the starters they replaced, King and Jackson. 
  And here was Saint-Jean  responding with steals and blocks and even the
occasional basket. Here was Ndiaye, blocking one shot, coming back and
blocking another. Never mind that the stadium announcer couldn't pronounce
their  names right, and gave about five different versions over the course of
the night. By the end, there was almost nobody left in the arena anyhow.
  Except the people wearing maize-and-blue, and sweating profusely.
  Are these guys for real?
  "Keep up your psychoanalysis," they seem to say, "and we'll keep winning."
  Eight 'em up.
  
Same old, same old 
  "We knew what it took to win,"  said Juwan Howard, who exited the game with
his fifth foul with just under three minutes to go. "But then we seemed to
lose our concentration. I don't why that happened. We have to cut that out."
  Tell me about it, Juwan. You just never know what to expect with this team.
The first half was the best and worst that Michigan can be. The Wolverines
played spectacular defense, double teaming, helping,  sliding over like glass
doors, intimidating the young Terrapins into nine turnovers and holding the
much heralded Joe Smith to no baskets, and only two free throws. (He finished
with only 12 points on  3-for-8 shooting.) It takes great discipline to play
this kind of defense, and they had it to spare.
  And yet, on offense, it wasn't there. Too many balls thrown away. Too many
simple things botched.  Jackson picked up his habitual two quick fouls and sat
down. Jalen Rose acted as if first-half free throws don't count, so why
bother? He missed three out of four. Despite holding Maryland to  meager  32
percent shooting, U-M went into halftime with just a seven- point lead.
  And even in the second half, when the place emptied out and journalists
already were writing their game stories, Michigan allowed the lead to dwindle
perilously close to the flame, and then Howard fouled out, and it was a
scramble.
  It's funny. I did an interview Friday morning with a Dallas radio station,
and the other  guest was a writer from Washington, D.C. The host asked him to
assess the coming game. "I don't see how Maryland can win," he said. "I
wouldn't be surprised if Michigan blew them out by 20."
  I immediately  refuted his remarks, saying Michigan could easily lose, just
look at what the Wolverines had done all year. It was only later I realized
that it is almost an instinctual reaction with these Wolverines  to assume the
worst. You figure, before each tap, this is the night the sky will fall.
  Strange, because the record shows that the Fab Five/Fab Four has lost just
two tournament games in two years,  both championship nights, while winning
13. Those are numbers that should spin your head. 
  So why is it that the first piece of body language when someone asks a
Michigan fan about this team is a  head shake, then a sigh, then a shrug, then
a bit lip?
  Since when did success become some . . . unnerving?
  
 
Watch it, Clinton 
 
  Not that the players care. The Wolverines will take every heart-stopping,
valve-emptying victory, as long as that's the result, a victory. It is
incredible to watch them in the locker room after some of these close games,
acting as if it were just another night  at the gym, and their pick-up team
had won, 10-9.
  Maybe that is their secret. 
  It is worth noting that Steve Fisher's teams have now played in the last
three NCAA tournaments, and outlasted 62  teams the first year, 62 teams the
second, and 56 teams this year. That counts for something, doesn't it?
  And don't underestimate the value of this game for Ndiaye, Saint-Jean and
Fife. In each of  the two previous tournament runs, there was night when the
secondary players had to prove their mettle. So this bodes well.
  And now, onto Sunday, and Arkansas, a team boosted by the most powerful
man in the country, the president. After beating a Cinderella team with their
bench and defense, could they possibly have any idea what they'll do against
the No. 1-seeded Razorbacks.
  "They have  the president on their side?" Jalen Rose said before this game.
"Well, we'll just have to send the president back to the White House unhappy
then."
  Can you believe these guys?
  Eight 'em up.
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BASKETBALL;  U-M; COLUMN; COLLEGE; NCAA
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