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DETROIT FREE PRESS
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911017
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Thursday, October 17, 1991
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METRO EDITION
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SPT
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1C
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Photo Color WILLIAM ARCHIE
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MITCH ALBOM
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SEE ALSO METRO EDITION, Page 1A
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Copyright (c) 1991, Detroit Free Press
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THIS MAGIC MOMENT
HOWARD A CUT ABOVE YOUR BASIC PLAYER
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First of all, about the haircut. He does it himself. Before each game.
Calls it the "high inside fade, with the bald spot and the sideburns." When he
explains this, he rubs the naked skin above  his ear and smiles, a huge smile,
a smile that will make him famous one day.

  "The sideburns," he proudly notes, "are my personal thing. You got to be a
little different, you know."

  Next, the  earring. Little gold thing. Goes with the sideburns, I guess.
He only wears it off the field, away from the football team. Coaches just
don't understand. You know how it is.
  And then there are his  delightfully quirky habits, such as meditating, or
picking up the telephone and answering "Magic."
  "Oh, I've been doing that since the eighth grade!" he says, bursting into
laughter. "Hey! You got  to be a little different!"
  What are you saying, Desmond? Catching all those touchdowns isn't enough?
Diving into the air and sucking that ball in with your fingertips, that's
chopped liver? Anyone  can do it? The miracle catch that beat Notre Dame? The
four touchdowns against Boston College? The Heisman Trophy talk? Not enough?
You have to answer the phone funny and hide the earring and shave the side of
your head but leave those little sideburns, stranded from the rest of your
hair like a tree stuck on an island?
  Well. Why not? Dare to be different. Besides, the way this kid is going,
he  could  dye his hair orange and wear a petticoat to the huddle -- they
would still throw him the ball. And he would still catch it. Touchdown.
Touchdown. Kickoffs. Punts. Pass receptions. Iowa. Michigan  State. Florida
State. It hardly seems to matter who or what is between him and the end zone
anymore. Desmond Howard, whose nickname is indeed Magic, just seems to
materialize there, the ball in his arms, the referee throwing his hands in the
air.
  "He's got such great quickness, that's the thing," says his coach, Gary
Moeller. "And then of course, he can catch it. And then, on top of that, he
can  dodge people. And after he dodges them . . ."
  Uh, back to you in a minute, Mo. Because there's the X's and 0's, and then
there's the big picture. See, Desmond Howard isn't just the whirling dervish
in the maize and blue uniform. He isn't just the scoring machine who averages
a touchdown every third catch and who racked up four TDs in the season opener
and two in every game since (around campus  they joke about calling him
Desmond Two-Two.) He isn't just the most exciting player to hit Ann Arbor
since a certain speedster named Anthony Carter.
  There's something else. When this season is  over, Howard might very well
be selected "The Best College Football Player in the Nation." The Heisman
Trophy winner. If so, he would be the second Wolverine in history to win that
award; the last guy, Tom Harmon, did it 51 years ago. Michigan, obviously,
does not push its players for such honors. Push? Heck, they run from Heisman
hype the way senators run from Ted Koppel.
  But here is the  thing about Desmond Howard. He is such a talent, such a
game-breaker, and such a damn nice kid, that -- hold your breath here -- you
might actually find the Michigan commanders giving him a (gulp) plug.
  "If he continues like he's going, then yes, I would say he deserves the
Heisman," says Moeller.
  Ohmigod!
  You heard it here first!
  "Coach Moeller said that?" Howard asks. He jerks his  head in surprise and
grins. "Oh, man." Howard will say things like this. Oh, man. Peace. He also
wears beads around his neck, likes to meditate and has posters on his walls of
Malcolm X and Martin Luther  King and a map of Africa. He signs autographs to
people this way: "Peace my brother, Desmond Howard." In all my time covering
today's college football superstars, he is the closest thing I have found  to
a child of the 60s. And he wasn't even born until 1970.
  "I think the 60s were a really interesting time, what people did and tried
to do," Howard says, making all of us oldsters feel a little  bit better.
"They were trying to learn. Here at Michigan, I try to study my heritage as
much as I can because it was never really available to me growing up. So much
of the problems we have in this country  have to do with education. Kids just
aren't being given a chance."
  He points to a small pile of posters against the wall. "A friend of mine
gave me those. Each of them is about a different African  king. I've been
reading about them. It's really interesting. I think maybe some of that
lineage is in me."
  "Why, you think you were a king in another life?" I ask, half in jest.
  He laughs.  "I might have been one before," he says, "and who knows? I
might be one again."
  Now, before you get the idea that Desmond Howard is some sort of
self-absorbed hippie, let me say this: Nothing could be further from the
truth. He is delightful, funny, engaging, warm, and on top of that -- and I
can't say this about every athlete I've met -- he thinks. He looks at a
situation and measures the consequences.  Take his living situation. He moved
far off campus -- to Ypsilanti, actually -- into his own apartment, by
himself, because, he says "I have a lot of work to do. If I were living in the
dorms, people  would be knocking on my door all the time, wanting to talk
football. I would never get anything done."
  He also realized that with the success he's having, there may be pressure
to skip his final  year of eligibility next season and go to the NFL. He has a
rule about that: Desmond has to graduate. So he has taken courses over the
summer and is on track to get his degree in May. This way, should  the NFL
make him an offer he couldn't refuse, he would still leave U-M with what he
came for: an education.
  "He's such a self-motivated kid, both football-wise and academically,"
says Moeller. "I  remember when he first came here. I was the guy who
recruited him. He was a running back in high school, and when he got here, I
said to him 'We have a lot of running backs right now. You sure you still
want to be one?' And he said 'Yeah.' Then, on the first day of practice, I saw
him out there with the defensive backs. I said, 'What are you doing?' He said,
'I just want to play as soon as I can, I don't care where."
  Fortunately, Moeller and Bo Schembechler switched him to receiver, watched
him for one day and figured that was where he belonged. Schembechler used to
boast to reporters about  this "crafty little devil from Cleveland, Ohio, who
might just make you forget John Kolesar."
  It didn't take long. Although Howard started slowly, with nine catches his
freshman year, two of those  were touchdowns. ("My biggest regret of that
season was when we went to the Rose Bowl. I had one pass thrown to me, late in
the game, and I was wide open. I could have scored. But Michael Taylor
overthrew  me. We could have won that game if I had made that catch. Nobody
remembers it, but I do.")
  He has since provided better memories. A pair of touchdowns in the Gator
Bowl. The nine catches against  Indiana last year (including an incredible
over the shoulder, one-handed grab.) The kickoff returns. The punt returns.
The 12 touchdowns so far this season (and we are only five games in). And of
course,  the now famous fourth-and-1 diving bomb that clinched revenge against
dreaded Notre Dame.
  "Who really called that play?" I ask.
  Howard bursts into laughter yet again. He does this, by the way,  almost
every time you ask a question. 
  "Let's just say Coach Moeller called it, and Elvis (Grbac) confirmed it!
Hahahaha!"
  "And you delivered it."
  "Yeah, basically."
  Basically, my  foot. There is very little basic about what Howard does,
unless you consider running past the defensive backs, past the special teams
tacklers and past the big linemen a basic skill. "He's better than  Rocket
Ismail," says Michigan State cornerback Alan Haller. And that's a Spartan
talking!
  Yet for all the hoopla, Howard refuses to play the part of Big Man on
Campus. He does not walk to class  in his football sweats, as many players do,
hoping the girls will spot him and point. He does not spend a lot of time
partying. He does not lose sleep over the Heisman.
  "I know Michigan doesn't  promote its players for that. And I didn't ask
to be put in the Heisman race. For me, just to be mentioned in the same
sentence means I'm on track for my goal."
  Which is?
  "To be the best football  player I can be."
  Which leads to the final question -- although it won't be the last time
it's asked: What if he were to be the best, if he were to win the Heisman,
would he leave Michigan after  this season?
  "Right now, I plan on coming back and going to graduate school. I realize
the college years are the best time you can have, and I want to make them
last."
  What is someone offered  a Rocket  Ismail-like contract?
  He laughs again. "Then," he says, "I might have to go.'
  We'll see. It's not like the old days, when Harmon was playing. The great
ones, they don't stick around  college anymore. If you're lucky, you get a few
fond seasons, and then they are on their way.
  Still, it doesn't mean they don't learn anything. There's a moment in the
movie "The Natural," where  Robert Redford admits he wants people to look at
him one day and say "There goes Roy Hobbs, the greatest hitter who ever
lived." I asked Desmond Howard what he would want whispered.
  "Me? When I  walk down campus, I want people to say 'There goes Desmond
Howard, he's a smart young man.' "
  Better get a new daydream, kid. They're saying that already.
FIVE MAGIC ACTS
Desmond Howard's game-by-game  statistics:
Receiving
TEAM   NO YDS TD  LG
Boston Col.  7  86  3  19
Notre Dame  6  74  1  25
Florida St.  4  69  2  42
Iowa   4  47  2  20
Michigan St. 8  101  2  28
TOTAL   29 377 10 42
Rushing
TEAM    NO YDS TD LG
Boston Col.  1  4  0  4
Notre Dame  1  29  1  29
Florida St.  0  0  0  0
Iowa    3  53  0  52
Michigan St.  1  4  0  4
TOTAL    6  90  1  52
Kickoff returns
TEAM    NO YDS TD LG
Boston Col.  1  93  1 93
Notre Dame  0  0  0  0
Florida St.  2  60  0 48
Iowa    1  24  0 24
Michigan St.  2  15  0 14
TOTAL    6  192  1 93
Punt returns
TEAM    NO YDS TD LG
Boston Col.  1  3  0  3
Notre Dame  1  8  0  8
Florida St.  3  60  0 40
Iowa    2  1  0  4
Michigan  St.  2  18  0 10
TOTAL    9  90  0 40
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DESMOND HOWARD; COLLEGE; FOOTBALL; U-M
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