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Ace March 20th, 2013 at 10:57 AM

At my childhood home in Ann Arbor, a framed photo is propped up on the bookshelf in my brother’s old room. It shows my brother, Jack, and me with a close family friend in the cheap seats of The Palace of Auburn Hills. It was the spring of 1995, and I was seven years old. I couldn’t look more excited to be there, the smile on my face borderline cartoonish.

My father, a Detroit native and Michigan grad, had moved the family from San Francisco to Ann Arbor less than two years prior. In that time, he’d introduced me to Michigan football and Red Wings hockey; my brother and I alternated fall Saturdays with him at the Big House, and early summer evenings were reserved for watching playoff hockey in the living room. Dad was never a big basketball guy, though, so I had to look elsewhere to find an NBA rooting interest.

My father’s business partner lived in Ann Arbor at the time. Gail was a Boston native and, naturally, a Celtics fan—“The Celtics will rise again,” she’d like to say—and she also acted as a second mother to Jack and me. When my parents wanted a break from raising the two of us, we’d spend the night at Gail’s apartment. That was where she introduced us to basketball; one of my most vivid childhood memories is sitting on her bed, eating popcorn and watching J.R. Rider win the ’94 Slam Dunk Contest with his between-the-legs “East Bay Funk” dunk.

Gail also introduced us to Michael Jordan, and like most everyone of my generation, I couldn’t get enough of watching him play. He’d retired to play baseball, of course, but we’d pop in Bulls championship VHS tapes and marvel at the greatest. When I got home, I’d go to the backyard and play on the Little Tykes hoop set up on our brick patio, throwing down one-handed—and in my mind, buzzer-beating—dunks with my tongue out, just like Mike. Though I also watched the Pistons, rooted for them, collected their sports cards, I never pretended to be Grant Hill or Joe Dumars. If you’re not the best in your dreams, why have dreams?

On March 18th, 1995, I was in the midst of one of these backyard fantasy sessions. My mother rarely interrupted these except to call me in for dinner. This time, though, she walked out of the back door bearing an important message.

"He’s back."

This was how, less than a month later, I’d be photographed at the home of the Detroit Pistons wearing a Bulls hat and Michael Jordan Birmingham Barons shirt. Jack wore a similar outfit. Gail, the Celtics fan, donned a Bulls sweatshirt. Some athletes transcend sports fandom.


My lasting memory of that night is seeing Jordan, wearing #45 and playing his way into shape, commanding the full attention of every spectator. He may not have been at the peak of his game, but the best player on the court was obvious to everyone in the building. From the cheap seats, my eyes rarely left Jordan, awestruck by his effortless greatness.

The box score shows that MJ scored 29 points that night, going 12/23 from the field while adding nine rebounds and nine assists; a great game, sure, but not one that would leave a lifelong impression on a budding sports fanatic if not for the nature by which it was achieved—with complete ease and confidence, Jordan moved through the game like he was starring in a play for which only he knew the script.

The box score also shows that Scottie Pippen had the night off, Allen Houston and Terry Mills combined to hit 10/13 three-pointers, and Joe Dumars dished out 13 assists. I remember none of these things, just watching Michael Jordan lead the Bulls to victory and going home happy.


Last Thursday, I walked past Michael Jordan’s statue and into Gate 3 ½ of the United Center, though a winding hallway adorned with photos of other Bulls greats, going by Jordan’s old locker room before finding a spot in the media workroom. Michigan’s opener in the Big Ten Tournament was the first road basketball game I’ve covered this season, so I immediately checked the seating chart—I get stressed in unfamiliar settings and wanted to know exactly where I needed to be when the game started.

As it turned out, press row at the United Center is courtside—unlike the Crisler Center, where the media is seated in the upper bowl—and I had a spot near the end of the second row. I’ve watched a lot of basketball, but this would be a new perspective. When covering games, I try to act like I’ve been there before, maintain a certain level of professional decorum, but when I got to my seat I couldn’t help but pull out my phone and snap a picture of the view:


As a blogger/fan working among full-time beat reporters, covering this year’s Michigan team has presented a challenge. The Wolverines have not just won in a way I’ve never experienced, they’ve done so while churning out the highlights; every instinct I have is to leap out of my seat and yell after each alley-oop, twisting layup, step-back three, or go-ahead jumper. This, of course, is not acceptable behavior in the working press area. I’ve been forced to perfect the subtle lean back in my seat, eyebrows arched, mouth slightly agape, reserving a slight shake of the head for the best of plays.

No player has elicited that response more than Trey Burke, for obvious reasons. On a team as talented as Michigan, his skill stands head-and-shoulders above the rest, even if he’s usually the smallest guy on the floor. While the others wear their emotions on their sleeve and struggle to consistently play their role, Burke wears the same expression as he goes about his business—calm yet intense, and utterly composed at all times.

He looks this way while making opponents defend air with his hesitation crossover, or throwing a pinpoint lob, or doing his best Rajon Rondo impression, or doing his best Dirk Nowitzki impression, or sneaking up to block Aaron Craft from behind, or picking Keith Appling clean at halfcourt and throwing down the winning dunk.


The Look was there for the second half of Thursday’s game. Michigan came out of halftime with just a two-point lead on the lowly Nittany Lions; Burke had started slowly, just 3/9 from the field, and it felt like the rest of the team was waiting for him to take charge.

The Wolverines were now shooting on the basket directly in front of me, giving me an ideal view of the Trey Burke Experience. Three minutes into the half, Burke inbounded the ball to Tim Hardaway Jr., took the return feed, and calmly drilled a corner three, standing no more than six feet in front of me. I turned into that wide-eyed kid again, and would stay that way for the remainder of the game, as Burke poured in 13 second-half points and the Wolverines pulled away, eventually winning by 17.

One moment in particular left me shaking my head in disbelief while I suppressed every urge to go into full-on fan mode. One of Burke’s go-to moves off the pick and roll is to stop his drive on a dime at the free-throw line and rise for a quick, unguardable pull-up jumper. With just under 13 minutes left, Burke took a Jordan Morgan screen and made his way into the lane, briefly checking over his shoulder to locate his defender, PSU’s D.J. Newbill, who was trailing him after fighting over Morgan’s pick.

In the moment that Burke peered over his shoulder, Penn State center Sasa Borovnjak—who’d been cautiously ceding ground—stepped up hard. At 6’9”, Borovnjak gave Burke, listed at a generous 6’0”, a sudden and tall obstacle. Normally, Burke likes to shoot that pull-up jumper like Chauncey Billups shoots his free throws—on a line, drilling that spot on the back of the rim that great shooters always seem to find. This time, however, that trajectory was no longer an option.

It’s barely perceptible on film, but what Burke did next is what separates him from the rest of the country—and every Michigan player I’ve had the opportunity to watch play. With an ever-so-subtle double-clutch, Burke shifted his right hand an inch or so to the underside of the basketball, then released a high-arcing shot that barely eluded Borovnjak’s outstretched fingers. The ball hit nothing but twine.

Burke momentarily held his shooting pose, as if to show the world that it's really as simple as this. For him, at least, it is.

The crowd reacted as they had for most of Burke’s baskets: with polite applause. This is what we’ve come to expect from him. We're jaded by a 20-year-old sophomore.


Burke would hit two strikingly similar shots later in the half, each recalling the one before but noticeably different in execution. I’ve included his highlights from the game in the above video. What strikes me the most isn’t Burke’s skill in shooting, passing, dribbling, or even on-ball defense, a part of his game that’s seemingly come out of nowhere in the latter half of the season. It’s Gus Johnson—that Gus Johnson—barely changing the inflection of his voice as he relays Burke’s latest masterpiece to the television audience.


The next afternoon, Burke couldn’t will Michigan to a victory over Wisconsin, though not for lack of trying. With the Wolverines down ten points with just over five minutes left, Burke almost single-handedly pulled the team back within four, recording a steal, two free throws on the ensuing foul, two more baskets, and even a block in the next 2 ½ minutes—his only miss in that span led directly to a Mitch McGary putback. The comeback stalled there as the defense faltered, but in an otherwise dreadful game Burke once again reminded everyone why he should be the national player of the year.

Burke put up 19 points and seven assists in that game, almost exactly matching his season average for both categories. This season, the question has ceased to be whether he’ll produce—he’s scored 15 points or more in every Big Ten game—but how hard he’d have to work to get there and if he’d have sufficient help along way. The Badgers made it a struggle—Burke took 22 shots, making only eight—and even then Burke’s misses were just barely off the mark. Left with no margin for error, it felt like Burke was mere inches away from dragging his team to victory anyway.


Much like the peripheral players faded from that night at Auburn Hills, eventually my memories of the Wisconsin loss, the late-season swoon, the crappy perimeter defense, they’ll all be lost to time, or at least need to be jarred into clarity by a Google search. What will stick is Trey Burke, expressionless, pulling up for that right-hand floater, each one nearly identical yet perceptibly different.

Incidentally, Michigan returns to the scene of my dalliance with sports bigamy on Thursday. I will not be there, having intentionally missed the deadline to apply for a credential. I want to experience Burke’s (likely) final games as a Wolverine as my seven-year-old self did Michael Jordan’s comeback: free to wear my team’s colors, leap out of my seat, and holler when a rare talent pulls off moves most of us save for backyard dreams.



March 20th, 2013 at 10:13 AM ^

Great "column type substance".

Consider yourself lucky. Most people I know from the Detroit area are the only people on earth who hate Jordan. I'm glad you'll be able to experience the NCAA run as a fan, it's fun, most of the time.

1989 UM GRAD

March 20th, 2013 at 10:33 AM ^

It must be very difficult to keep your "fandom" bottled up while sitting among the other members of the press.  There have been at least a handful of "I can't believe he did that" Trey Burke-inspired outbursts involuntarily emanating from me in just about every game this season.

My son is 11, and he and I have missed very few football and basketball games over the past few years.  It appears as though both Trey Burke and Denard Robinson have created the same feelings of wonder and awe that you felt for Michael Jordan.  He loves to tell me about the moves he makes while playing basketball...that are "just like Trey Burke." 

Ace, this is the kind of writing that makes this blog one of my only daily reads.  Thanks!


March 20th, 2013 at 10:38 AM ^

Great column and great illustration of Burke's subtle brilliance on that pull up.

It would be interesting (if painful) to see a similar clip from Wisconsin, as I think their defense for the Burke free throw line pull up really illustrates how Wisconsin takes advantage of the loose refereeing in the Big 10 and the NCAAs generally. Between frustrated shouts, I noticed that almost every time someone takes a jumper, they subtley move underneath them after they elevate, not in a "Dahntay Jones/Jalen vs Kobe" way, but providing just enough contact down low to slightly move the airborne shooter and throw him off. They did the same thing against anyone driving to the basket, other than Bergeron, they don't really contest up high; rather, they do it down low. It's pushing the rules but it's very effective.


March 20th, 2013 at 10:44 AM ^

This was a very enjoyable read. Thank you Ace! I think sitting in the press box on your hands so as not to cheer has to be probably the hardest thing possible to do.

I am going to majorly miss Trey next year.  Is there any possibility that he'll pull a Lewan and return for 1 more year as "unfinished business" if we don't go far in the dance?

Also, I love the expression on your brother's face, he doesn't look too happy to be at that game.


March 20th, 2013 at 10:55 AM ^

Jack's actually a pretty huge sports fan himself, and talks about being at that game much the same way I do.

He did, however, hate to be photographed as a kid. This hasn't stopped him from complaining about how there aren't any good pictures of him in the family photo albums.

As for my thoughts on Trey coming back—well, I felt like I'd be missing a huge opportunity if I didn't write this piece now. I certainly don't expect him to be back, and I think he'd be making the right choice.

Maison Bleue

March 20th, 2013 at 10:44 AM ^

It's weird, I feel like I miss Burke more than Denard and he hasn't even left yet. He is already a Michigan legend and in just two short years. I really want a long tourney run for Trey, he deserves it. But really I'm just being selfish, I want it for me and all Michigan fans, so we can see him effortlessly play as long as we possibly can. He will be missed. C'mon Wolverines do it for Trey, so that legendary status extends further than Michigan Basketball and the B1G and into NCAA lore. Go Blue.


March 20th, 2013 at 10:46 AM ^

Love when these type's of articles that come out of no where. The board has kind of been dead all morning, then I hit refresh, and all of a sudden, I am completely incapacitated by a sports blog.

Great piece. More of this is always welcome.


March 20th, 2013 at 10:47 AM ^

i was reading this whole article thinking that at the end, Gail would no longer be with us or Jack would be sick or something and this was a "reflecting on life, sports, memory and what is important" article

hope all is well with Gail and Jack


March 20th, 2013 at 10:50 AM ^

Really enjoyed this article Ace. We Michigan fans tend to dwell mostly on the negative (and I'm pointing the finger at myself) and our teams weak points. That being said, it truly has been a special treat watching Burke play these past couple years and I hope we'll always remember how special a player he is. Thanks a lot Ace and Go Blue!

Benoit Balls

March 20th, 2013 at 11:07 AM ^

I enjoyed it thoroughly...except for the part where I realized I graduated high school in 1995, and now I feel incredibly old. Stay off my lawn, would ya? great googly moogly


March 20th, 2013 at 12:32 PM ^

I spent Michael Jordan's entire career reminding people about Oscar Robertson. (As the man say, "Look it up.")

Trey Burke deserves Big Ten POY. He deserves national POY. I'm an Indiana basketball fan, but I think he played better and more consistently, with much less help, than Zeller, Victor O or anybody else I've seen this year.


March 20th, 2013 at 1:15 PM ^

I guess you had to be there.  Ace, I forgive you and Jack, as you obviously didn't know better and could be excused as Bulls fans.  For Gail to don the Bulls jersey is just wrong. 

Admittedly, I have a jaded view of the Jordan years, as I was a Pistons fan.  Becuase of that, I would never wear a Bulls sweatshirt.  This would be like one of us, a couple of years ago, wearing RGIII jerseys to a bowl game.  Greatness should not transcend fandom!

I did enjoy the rest of the article, though.


March 20th, 2013 at 3:36 PM ^

That'd be like wearing an Archie Griffin jersey because the dude was good. (Or what for the kiddies?  A Troy Smith jersey?).

And there was nothing wrong with pretending you were Rick Mahorn out on the court.

More seriously to the point of the OP, I think everyone who thinks we're just going to have a little drop off by bringing others in to replace Burke are setting themselves up for disappointment. MAYBE we're bringing in someone who is going to be just as special. But they really don't come in that often, and I sometimes think we don't know or appreciate all the things he does for this team. So enjoy it now.

Pea-Tear Gryphon

March 20th, 2013 at 1:34 PM ^

Great article. I'll be there cheering on the team tomorrow too. Your seats won't be as good as press row, but the ability to let loose will more than make up for it. 

Imma just leave this here...


March 20th, 2013 at 3:55 PM ^

You're best work to date, Ace.  You've really found your own style and I've enjoyed reading you a lot.

This quote was poetic:  "Incidentally, Michigan returns to the scene of my dalliance with sports bigamy on Thursday."