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On Sunday, you, dear Miami fan, watched the Hurricanes nearly claw their way past the favored Texas Longhorns into the Sweet 16. And as you did, you probably thought the same thing as everyone else in the 305: Since when do butchers dress in black-and-white vertical stripes?
"Call a foul!"
"That's about pitiful."
"The referees decided this one."
In the second half, when the shot clock wound down on a critical Texas possession and the ball was about to go back to Miami, a whistle blew — late, but early for the Longhorns' Christmas. A round of booing arose from the stands, and the fans bitching about the refs issued this call: "[Texas coach] Rick Barnes needs a date! Where are your chaps?" The bellowed gay-baiting confirmed the Canes had found friends in a place far removed from South Florida.
You must begin a couple of decades ago to understand how an arena on the Arkansas River turned into a veritable home crowd for the Canes. Sites don't get much more neutral geographically, but if there was to be a crowd favorite at Alltel, the calculus didn't favor our boys.
Back in 1987, Jimmy Johnson's Hurricanes shellacked the Arkansas Razorbacks football team. The Canes (and later Dallas Cowboys) coach, an Arkansas alum, won a national championship that year. Traitor number two, former Hog Butch Davis, coached the Canes in the Nineties. Furthermore, as a number seven seed, Miami arrived in the NCAAs with virtually no national identity.
So the fans were ready to hate the Canes when they hit the floor for the first game of the weekend against number 10 seed and oxymoronic Saint Mary's, a Catholic liberal arts school in California.
One player who might have merited particular loathing was Jack McClinton III, a junior guard who averaged 17 points a game for the Hurricanes. The hoops star earned first-team all-Atlantic Coast Conference honors and led the Canes — picked to finish 12th in the nation's toughest conference — to an NCAA berth. He had the best three-point percentage in the ACC, and the most three-balls made.
But on the eve of the tournament, Sports Illustrated predicted McClinton's shooting would sink his team against Saint Mary's: "McClinton shoots Canes into early elimination."
Turns out SI was only half right. Miami came out looking languid and disorganized, and McClinton was positively gun-shy. You could have made the case that he was simply biding his time, except the first shot he fired, in the game's fourth minute, was a deep, rushed two-pointer that clanged off the back iron — a classic overexcited attempt.
Around that time, in two upper-deck seats that looked down on the backs of Miami's cheerleaders and mascot Sebastian the Ibis, this conversation took place:
Daughter: Miami is the Hurricanes, right?
Daughter: So what's up with the duck?
Dad: That's Oregon's. The Oregon duck.
Eventually it was decided that Sebastian was, in fact, a pelican. These sorts of discussions took place while no one was scoring much. Then McClinton sat on the bench for about two minutes, and Miami managed seven unanswered points to tie the game. A few seconds after McClinton re-entered the game, a curly-headed Saint Mary's guard named Carlin Hughes stripped him and sprinted nearly the length of the court for a layup over McClinton to take a two-point lead at the 10:40 mark.
McClinton fired back. He slashed past Hughes and forced a shot — which his teammate Dwayne Collins punched in on the rebound.
The score was tied six minutes later when Saint Mary's plugged two three-pointers in 32 seconds. McClinton put in a point-blank layup for his first bucket of the game with 3:36 before halftime. He added a couple of jump shots before the break. Saint Mary's was up 32-27. The Californians had outscored Miami 32-20 with McClinton in the game.
In the concourse, wandering amid the scent of roasted pecans, was a pair of transplanted 22-year-old Miami fans.
"They're streaky," McIntosh offered.
"If we hit threes," Hernandez said, "we should win. If they keep turning the ball over, they'll lose."
Asked why he moved to Little Rock from West Miami-Dade, McIntosh explained he was compelled by the Air Force, which maintains a base nearby.
Hernandez had no such excuse. "I heard it was nice," he said. "I got fucked."
Then he reconsidered. "It's peaceful," he conceded. "Nobody gets shot. Nobody dies. It's all right."
The pair had no idea McClinton would pour in 32 points in the second half (the total number Saint Mary's scored in each half) on an assortment of driving layups, short jumpers, free throws, and three-pointers.
His final shooting stats — 12 of 19 from the floor, including 3 of 6 on treys, and 11 of 11 from the line — seem to indicate he played a calm, efficient game. The truth is that every time he had to attack, he eviscerated the middle of Saint Mary's defense.