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DETROIT FREE PRESS
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960403
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Wednesday, April 03, 1996
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METRO EDITION
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SPT
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5C
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MITCH ALBOM
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Copyright (c) 1996, Detroit Free Press
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PITINO BRINGS NCAA CHAMPIONSHIP
BACK TO KENTUCKY HOME
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EAST RUTHERFORD, N.J. --  The throne of college basketball came home
Monday night -- to Kentucky, where grandfathers still weep happily at Wildcats
victories, and children still dribble in rainwater  up to their ankles,
shooting at lonely rims hung on county telephone poles.

  Go wild, 'Cats. This beehive of a Kentucky team swarmed the national title
a little shy of midnight Monday, April Fools' Day, in a New Jersey arena that
was leaking rain from the roof all game long. Perhaps it was some divine
attempt to wash away Kentucky's recent frustrations. No need. With its
pressing defense, deep  bench, and a storm of three-pointers tossed by senior
Tony Delk and a fabulous freshman named Ron Mercer -- 44 points between them
-- Kentucky had April showers whenever it wanted.

  Go wild, 'Cats.
  "The whole state owns this team," said an effusive Rick Pitino, the
Kentucky coach, after his team withstood a late charge by Syracuse to win,
76-67, and return the crown to the blue grass school  for the first time in
nearly two decades. "Syracuse gave us everything we could handle, but we held
on. I am so happy for Kentucky."
  Yes, this was the final lunge of a team that was supposed to  lead the
college season from wire to wire. And no, it wasn't the world's prettiest
game. In fact, the symbol of this championship could be the ball bouncing off
one team's hands into the other's. But  when Delk rolled in the final basket
with two seconds remaining, his 24th point of the night, the long wait was
finally over. The players leapt off the bench and ran onto the floor. And if
the result  seems anticlimactic to you, well, take a drive to the Kentucky
border and get out of the car. That breeze you feel is the collective sigh of
relief from the state's population, and that music you hear  is a coronation
party.
  College basketball is religion in Kentucky, and singing the Wildcats'
praises is merely preaching the gospel.
  Go wild, 'Cats.
He finished what he started
  "What  was the key to winning tonight?" someone asked Pitino, after the
first championship of his life.
  "Well, this may sound funny, but the most important factor was losing last
year to North Carolina  in the tournament. We used that as motivation all
season long, and I talked about it at least 500 times. I remember last year,
all my family members who live around New York were so upset. So I said,
'What are you worried about? Wouldn't it be better to win next year in New
Jersey?'
  "Did I believe it? Not at all. But I said it to make them feel better."
  And now he does as well.
  What  a release for Pitino. There is no describing what this job is like.
Over the years, he has had to call numerous news conferences just to assure
Kentucky fans that he wasn't leaving. A local radio station  once stole some
dirt from the construction site of his new house, and sold it over the air to
the highest bidder. People sleep in tents for weeks just to get tickets to his
first practice. None of this,  by the way, is considered unusual in Kentucky.
  How basketball got so crazy in Kentucky is no big secret. In the late
'40s, the dirt-poor state with a hunger for pride suddenly found itself under
the spell of Adolph Rupp, the legendary coach, who led the Wildcats to a
national championship in 1948, another in 1949, another in 1951, and another
in 1958. The state became synonymous with college hoops, and every daydream
seemed to contain a swishing sound.
  But coming into Monday night, it had been 18  years since the last song
played at a Final Four was "My Old Kentucky Home." The program  had fallen
into the mud, thanks to a recruiting scandal, and when Pitino rode into town
seven years ago, the Wildcats' faithful were looking for a miracle.
  They found it in the tireless, charming,  New-Yawk-accented coach, who
opened his own Italian restaurant just to have food he could stomach in
Lexington. No matter. He rebuilt. He recharged. He got the program to .500 in
his first year, and it was never average again. Critics kept saying he would
jump ship -- as he had done his whole career, from Boston University to
Providence, to the New York Knicks -- but the Kentucky obsession became  his
obsession, and the truth was, he needed to finish something he started. He
could not leave the Wildcats without a visit to the promised land.
  Monday night he not only visited, he took home the  big souvenir.
  "Don't print this, but I haven't had a beer in a month," Pitino said,
looking both ways, "and I'm gonna go out now and have a cold one."
  Go wild, 'Cat.
  As for the game itself,  well, it will hardly be remembered as flawless.
In fact, there were more turnovers (39) than free throws or assists. Players
were holding their stomachs as they came up and down the floor, panting
heavily,  mostly because as soon as you got to one end, someone turned it over
and you had to race the other way again. It was like a practice drill, see how
hard you can run. This was a championship?
  Well,  it was when it came to shooting. John Wallace of Syracuse sank 11
of 19 baskets, and his teammate, Todd Burgan, hit three 3-pointers. Delk was
magnificent in the first half, sinking six three-pointers  -- no that is not a
typo -- and Mercer, the freshman, served notice that the ball had better come
his way more often next season. He had the best shooting night of anybody on
the floor, scored 20 points,  and seemed completely unfazed.
  When the buzzer sounded, Mercer and Delk fell into a pile with the rest of
them. They will eventually be remembered as one of the better college
basketball teams in  history, with a 34-2 record and a string of impressive
tournament victories. Down, in order, went San Jose State, Virginia Tech,
Utah, Wake Forest, UMass and Syracuse.
  And not once was a game closer  than seven points.
  As for the Orangemen? They gave a remarkable effort. For a team that not
only wasn't expected to be here, but at one point in this game turned the ball
over six straight times  -- well, here they were, in the second half, closing
the gap to two points, with big senior John Wallace, in the last game of his
career, making all kind of shots, and Burgan, out of Detroit Pershing,
flinging in three-pointers. In the end, they just made too many mistakes, had
too many fouls, and got no points from their bench. And that's no way to try
to topple the seemingly endless stream of Kentucky  players.
  "I told them in the locker room forget the word 'lose,' you didn't lose
anything tonight," coach Jim Boeheim said. "Kentucky won a tough game, that's
all."
  That it did. Go wild, 'Cats.
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