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DETROIT FREE PRESS
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890109
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Monday, January 09, 1989
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METRO FINAL CHASER
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SPT
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1D
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Photo Associated Press
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MITCH ALBOM
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Copyright (c) 1989, Detroit Free Press
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BENGALS, ICKEY DANCE TO TOP OF AFC CHART
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CINCINNATI --  OK. Let's see if we got this straight. You put your right
foot in, you put your right foot out, you put the football in and you shake it
all about, you do the Ickey Shuffle and you  wiggle all ar--

  Well. OK. So we'll work on it. I guess we'll have to. Because the
Cincinnati Bengals -- last year's bargain in the AFC basement -- are going to
the Super Bowl to face the 49ers. Cincinnati?  Yes. Cincinnati. With a
platinum blond quarterback and a coach who goes from bum to genius and a cast
named Boomer, Max, Turk, Krumrie, Buck, Billups and, of course . . . Ickey.

  Ickey?
  "WE'RE  GOING TO MIAMI!" hollered Ickey Woods, the rookie running back,
after he scored two touchdowns and gained 102 yards in the Bengals' 21-10 AFC
championship victory over Buffalo Sunday. He then peeled  off his uniform to
reveal a cartoon T-shirt of himself dancing. "You know, it's funny. When I was
drafted by this team last year, the first thing I said was, 'Oh, bleep! Not
them.' "
  Well. Hey. Can  you blame him? The 49ers may be no surprise in the January
Spectacular (they've won it twice).  But the Bengals? They were 4-11 last
season, with just one win at home. And this year they go 12-4, win  two
playoff games, and finish undefeated in Riverfront Stadium -- a place their
scream-happy fans have affectionately nicknamed "The Jungle."
  Go figure. They earned passage from The Jungle to The Everglades with a
maddeningly intense win, thunderous, mean, hard-hitting, ugly, poorly played,
magnificently played, and ultimately captured by the team with more poise and
better dance steps.
 The Bengals  plugged and mugged and, of course, danced. I give them a 7. I
liked the beat. Meanwhile, by the time Buffalo was done throwing interceptions
(3) and illegal punches (1), done arguing with  the rules, the officials and
themselves, done being fooled by a fake punt, a broken clock and a
surprisingly strong Cincinnati defense -- by the time the Bills  were done
with all that, well, they were  done, period.
  Shuffle off to . . . 
  Aw. They know where to shuffle.
Feel the frustration 
  "Could you feel them getting frustrated?" someone asked Tim Krumrie, the
Bengals' all-pro nose tackle,  who spent more time in the Buffalo backfield
than most of the Bills' running backs.
  "Yeah, by the third quarter you could hear them yelling at each other,
'Come on, let's get it together!' " he said.  "When you hear that, you know
you've got them."
  And indeed they had. The Bills, champs of the AFC East, kicked a field goal
shortly before halftime to make it 14-10 -- and never scored again. Their
second half was confusion, anger and defeated pandemonium. And those were the
good moments.
  Here are the images that endure: Quarterback Jim Kelly being smothered by a
crowd of Bengals arms and helmets;  the Bills watching helplessly as the
Bengals snapped a fake punt to backup quarterback Turk Schonert; Bills
defensive back Derrick Burroughs punching the face mask of Bengals receiver
Tim McGee, which  1) got Burroughs ejected, 2) gave the Bengals a first-
and-goal instead of third-and-eight and 3) essentially surrendered the game.
  All that with one punch.
  "He'd been taunting me all day," McGee  said. "At one point I was down on
the ground and he made like he was gonna step on me. He said, 'I should step
on your face.' "
  Hey. Another great sports quote.
  Go down angry. After the defeat,  the Bills' locker room broke into its
West Side Story impersonation, and the press was temporarily closed out so the
boys could argue in private. No worries. What the Bills will quickly discover
is how  soon America forgets the runners-up. It's Cincy and San Fran in
Florida now, and for the next two weeks, that's about all you'll hear from the
football world.
  Shuffle off to . . . 
  Aw. We did  that already.
They want to lead in Super Bowl dance 
  The Bengals and 49ers. A rematch of 1982 at the Silverdome. Some  of the
same faces  star for San Francisco (Montana, Cross, Walsh), but Cincinnati  is
doing it mostly with new blood. The Bengals  also hope for different results
-- because in '82, they lost, 26-21.
  "Hey, I got one of those little AFC championship rings already," said
receiver Cris Collinsworth, one of the remaining cast. "Believe me. When you
go to a golf tournament nobody comes up and asks to see it. They want to see a
Super Bowl ring."
  And who knows? Anything can happen.  Did you see the crowd go nuts Sunday
at Riverfront?  This for the same team that was so inept last year, they
stopped introducing the offense before home games?
  "It's already beyond my wildest dreams,"  said a smiling Woods. Same goes
for a lot of us. Super Bowl XXIII.  Could be a good game. Could be a tight
game. You know what I think?
  I think we're all gonna have to learn to dance. That's what I think.
CUTLINE
  Ickey Woods
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