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9102110649
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DETROIT FREE PRESS
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911107
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Thursday, November 07, 1991
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METRO FINAL
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SPT
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1C
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Photo
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:
Landau
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<BYLINE>
MITCH ALBOM
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<COPYRIGHT>
Copyright (c) 1991, Detroit Free Press
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<HEADLINE>
GRAMBLING'S KICKER WROTE HIS OWN SCRIPT
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As a sports writer, you hear stories. Some are incredible. Some they ought
to make into a movie. And, once in a while, you hear one even the movies
wouldn't believe.

  Which brings us to Gilad  Landau, placekicker, Grambling State University.
You'll probably notice him if you watch Grambling play Southern this weekend
at the Silverdome. He is one of only two white players on the team. And when
he goes to kick a field goal, he stands over the ball, wiggles his fingers
near his ears -- like a schoolkid making a face -- then boots the thing a
mile.

  Oh, yeah. He's also Jewish. Comes from  Israel.
  Did I mention how he got to America?
  After three years in the Israeli  army, he decided to see the world. He
got a map of the USA, closed his eyes, and let his finger come down wherever
it pleased. It came down on New Orleans.
  Great way to decide your future, huh?
  Funny thing is, it's worked out great for Landau. When he stepped off the
plane two years ago and felt the Louisiana heat -- "like a bomb in my face" --
he wanted to turn around and go home.
  But we wouldn't have a story if he  had done that.
He was inspired by a Saint
  "Israel is a small country --  we only  know about Israelis and the Middle
East," Landau told me, when I recently visited his school in Louisiana. "I
wanted to learn about other civilizations."
  The first thing he learned about ours is  that you need a job to eat. So
he got a job. As a welder. Six dollars an hour. Tough conditions. He was
seeing America,  from the grimy side.
  Then one day he came home to his small apartment, flipped on the TV, and
watched New Orleans Saints placekicker Morten Andersen kick a field goal. "I
saw the way the crowd cheered for him. I said to myself, 'I want to try that
someday.' "
  Now, you should  know that Landau played soccer in Israel. You should also
know he goes after what he wants. He went into the welding shop the next day
and asked a coworker if he owned a football.
  "Yeah, sure. Why?"
  "Bring it in. I'll bet you I can kick it."
  The guy brought in a football. Someone held it. And there, outside the
welding shop, Landau took a few running steps and kicked.
  "The ball flew.  My coworkers watched it. Then they turned and said,
'Goll-eee. You can kick.' "
  From there, it was one lucky connection after another. A lawyer who knew a
guidance counselor. A guidance counselor  who knew a high school coach.
  "They said, 'Gil, you should play college football.'  They told me I had
something special in my foot."
  So in between studying for the college boards, and practicing  by himself
on the high school field (where he developed his weird habit of twiddling his
thumbs at the ball) he called various colleges -- Texas A&M, Washington State,
Georgia Tech -- saying simply:  "My name is Gil Landau. I am from Israel. I
want to kick for your football team."
  Most laughed. When he sent a tape of himself kicking a 55- yard field
goal, they stopped laughing.
Cultural exchange  at Grambling
  Unfortunately, most schools had given out their scholarships. Then Landau
heard about Eddie Robinson and Grambling.
  Robinson has been coaching Grambling since 1940, when traditionally  black
schools were the only place Southern blacks could play college sports.
Integration came in the '60s, and soon premiere black athletes went to other
major universities. Grambling remained mostly  black. It has always accepted
white students, but few choose to come.
  That didn't stop Landau. He heard Robinson was a legendary coach. That was
enough. He passed his SATs and earned a scholarship.  Soon, he was meeting
his freshman roommate, Jason Branch, a running back from the south side of
Chicago.
  Obviously, we were in for some culture shock.
  "First I saw this white kid, then I found  out he's Israeli, and I said to
myself, I must be making Grambling history here," joked Branch, who is black.
But men are men, and the two got along terrifically. Before you knew it,
Branch was teaching  Landau about rap music and Landau was teaching Branch how
to say "goodnight" in Hebrew. ("Lielah tov.")
  There was the time the guys were eating pork ribs, and Landau had to
explain he's Jewish,  and pork isn't kosher. And there was the time when
teammates called him "Hussein," after Saddam, and Gil had to explain about
Middle Eastern geography.
  But for the most part, it has been a great  lesson in international
relations. Landau, 23, is a hit on campus. He won the game  last week with a
field goal and was cheered the way he always dreamed. 
  "People say you must be shocked to be  almost the only white guy with all
these black students," Landau said. "But shock is when they take you at 18
years old and put you in the army in a fighter jet. That's shock. After that,
everything else is easy.
  "People are people. I love it here."
  Nice, huh? And 100 percent true.
  Even though Hollywood will never believe it.
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<KEYWORDS>
FOOTBALL; COLLEGE; GRAMBLING; GILAD  LANDAU; UNUSUAL
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