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950401
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Saturday, April 01, 1995
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METRO FINAL
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MY WACKY GUYS
BRYANT REEVES  He just breaks backboards. GEORGE ZIDEK  A
little talent goes a long way.
DANTE CALABRIA  He breaks the Tar Heels' mold.
DWIGHT STEWART  He has the cutest little baby face.
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MITCH ALBOM
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Copyright (c) 1995, Detroit Free Press
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TO GO ALL THE WAY, PICK THE WACKIEST FROM FINAL FOUR
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SEATTLE --  Anyone from North Carolina, Arkansas, Oklahoma or California can
skip this column. Save your strength. As fans with teams in this year's Final
Four, you already know whom you are rooting  for. Besides, you have no time to
read. If you are truly the robust, manly, college basketball fanatics America
is so proud of, you are busy throwing up in a beer can.

  No. This is for the masses  left behind. The fans whose schools were
knocked out early in the tournament. (Did I say Michigan? Did I say Michigan
State? I didn't say that! Did I say that?)

  Whom do you root for? How do you  choose?
  I go with the Wacky Guy Theory.
  Here's how it works. I pick one Wacky Guy from each team, one who stands
out from the rest of the good soldiers. If I like him, then I like his school.
 And I root for it. Some call this the Colorful Angle Theory. Others call it
the Black Sheep Theory. Others call it the What The Hell, It's Better Than
Flipping A Coin Theory.
  Whatever. Here are  your candidates.
Oklahoma State 
  This is easy. The Wacky Guy on the Cowboys also happens to be their best
player. He is 7-foot center Bryant Reeves, a large young man who has the honor
of knowing  that the first time the strength coach saw him naked, his reaction
was: "He needs a bra."
  Bryant, who gives new meaning to the words "pale" and "fleshy," goes by
the nickname "Big Country." That's because he's from a town so small (Gans,
Okla.) it could fit in one of his shoes. "We have three buildings . . . and
one stop sign. The reason the stop sign was put there, so people coming
through would  have to stop and get a whole view of Gans before they left."
  Country humor. Bet someone in a barber chair thought that one up.
  "How many people in your town, Bryant?"
  "Oh, 218 or 220."
  Must depend on who's visiting.
  Anyhow, on Friday, Bryant made Wacky Guy history by smashing a backboard
during a practice drill. He slam-dunked and -- "CRASH!" -- down it came, in a
million pieces.  Some of them lodged in his head and neck. Not to worry. When
you're a Big Country, what could bother you?
  "There were still some pieces stuck in my hair," he said. "So I took a
quick shower."
  You'll identify Big Country today by the way the light reflects off his
scalp.
  Speaking of scalp, Big Country possesses a common ingredient in the Wacky
Guy category: bad hair. He sports the cut  most of us know as buzz, crew, or
Dad With A Razor. The hair seems to grow straight out from his forehead, and
is shaved to the stub. In this way, he has something in common with . . .
UCLA 
  George  Zidek, the 7-foot UCLA center -- who will square off on Reeves in
today's first game -- shares the bad hair trait of a typical Wacky Guy, but
has an excuse. Until a few years ago, George was fighting  communism in
Czechoslovakia. Who had time for a blow-dryer?
  "I came to UCLA by accident," he said Friday. "I left Czechoslovakia and
was planning to go to another school. But I saw some brochures  from UCLA and
I liked it."
  There wouldn't be any women in bathing suits in that brochure, would there?
  Not that such things faze George. This is a guy who has made academic
All-America with a  4.0 average in economics -- and until he got here in 1991,
English was hardly his mother tongue.
  Not that economists speak English.
  What's more, George wasn't even George when he got here. He was Jiri. He
changed his name. Why he went with George and not, say, John, Paul or Ringo, I
don't know. I do know he has a hook shot. Righty and lefty. How many guys do
that anymore?
  Also, one journalist  described him as "the worst jumper and least-gifted
athlete in UCLA's seven-man rotation."
  You gotta like that.
North Carolina 
  The Tar Heels are usually known for discipline, short hair and
cliche-ridden news conferences. If basketball were pie, they would be rhubarb.
Dean Smith, the coach, likes it that way. He runs a tight ship. All of which
makes Wacky Guy candidate Dante Calabria even  more of an anomaly.
  Calabria, a truly small small forward at 6-feet-4, sports a flopping mop
that belongs less in the Carolina basketball tradition than in Pearl Jam --
which, not coincidentally,  is his favorite group. Calabria goes up for a
rebound, comes down with the ball? Three seconds later, his hair comes down,
too. While others see this trip to Seattle as a visit to hoop heaven, Calabria
 dreams of sneaking out to a grunge club.
  With a name that sounds more like an Italian fashion designer, and a
playing style that has him diving for loose balls and shooting three-pointers
at 52.4  percent, well, Dante is your guy if everyone else on the floor looks
the same.
  By the way, his favorite book is "The Autobiography of Mario Lemieux."
  "I'm into the alternative style,' Calabria  has said.
  Dean Smith must need new glasses.
Arkansas 
  It is hard to find a Wacky Guy on a team that is the defending national
champions. Besides, if you call a Razorback wacky, Nolan Richardson  calls a
press conference to say he doesn't get any respect. 
  But never mind all that. The one Arkansas player you can definitely get
behind is Dwight Stewart. In fact, you and several friends can  get behind
Dwight. He fills a room, as they say, at 6-feet-9, 275 pounds.
  Yet what stands out about Stewart is his face, which is truly childlike.
It honestly looks like someone plucked an 8- year-old's  head and stuck it on
a professional wrestler's body.
  More amazing, Stewart is a senior, and is 23 years old. He is a terrific
outside shooter and always seems to hit a shot when you least expect  it.
  Alas, his hair is simply normal. But as fans who must revert to Wacky Guy
Theories, we should know we can't have everything.
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