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DETROIT FREE PRESS
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890122
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Sunday, January 22, 1989
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METRO FINAL
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SPT
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1E
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Photo Color United Press International
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<BYLINE>
MITCH ALBOM
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Copyright (c) 1989, Detroit Free Press
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MONTANA'S REVENGE
THE QUIET QUARTERBACK SILENCES ALL HIS CRITICS
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MIAMI --  I have a confession to make. Four years ago, when Joe Montana was
last playing in a Super Bowl, a certain Florida sports columnist wrote that he
was a "wimp."

  It was meant tongue-in-cheek.  After all, Montana was the enemy, leading
his 49ers against the hometown Dolphins.

  Still, Joe didn't like it. In fact, it really ticked him off. He never
actually saw the article or knew who the  writer was. But when the Super Bowl
was over, and the 49ers had won easily, Montana, the star of the game, charged
off the field and, according to Sports Illustrated, which  you can usually
trust on  these things, yelled: "WHERE'S THAT GUY WHO CALLED ME A WIMP? I HOPE
HE SAW THIS!"
  Ahem.
  Uh, Joe?
  It was me.
  I admit it. It took me four years. Actually, I meant to tell you that
afternoon, but you were so busy with everything, and besides, you were
standing next to some really big teammates, I mean, really big, they could rip
you in half, and then, what, I lost the phone number  and well, you know how
it is. Anyhow, I confess, I was wrong, it was dumb, it was stupid, I'll never
do it again.
  There, I feel much better.
  Of course, things were different then. You were  a skinny, shy, low-key
guy, who threw mostly short passes -- going up against a swaggering, heave-ho
quarterback named Dan Marino.
  But today, in Super Bowl  XXIII, well, Joe, hey. You're a skinny,  low-key
guy who throws mostly short passes,  going up against a swaggering, heave-ho
quarterback named Boomer Es --
  Um.
  Let's switch gears, shall we?
  Let us talk instead about the Joe Montana  mystique, because it is in spite
of your low-gloss exterior, Mr. Montana, that today you are perched on the lip
of history. Believe it or not, you could become the first man to  be chosen
MVP of three Super Bowls. And your track record is pretty good. You already
grabbed that honor in  your only two previous opportunities (1982 and 1985,
both victories, naturally).
  Of course, you probably knew  that.
  Now, it is true, folks, Mr. Montana does not wear a headband. He rarely
says anything controversial. If he must appear off the field, it is probably
best in a co-starring role, such as the  shaving cream commercial he once did
with his wife.
  It is also true that he has, in his career, returned from back surgery in
less than 10 weeks, returned from the bench when everyone thought he  was
finished, risen to the top time and time again in the big games, even back at
Notre Dame, where his success was so inspirational, they wrote a song titled,
"The Ballad Of Joe Montana."
  You hated  that, remember, Joe?
  So what? Think of all he has  done! He has come to a Super Bowl throwing
to Dwight Clark and now he comes throwing to Jerry Rice. He has stood there
taking Super Bowl hits from Ross Browner, and now he will take them from Tim
Krumrie. He has quarterbacked a Super Bowl opposite Cincinnati's Ken Anderson,
and now he will quarterback against Boomer Esiason.
  He still reads  defenses like some people read eye charts. He scrambles
and finds the third receiver while some quarterbacks are still searching for
the first. They keep throwing things at Joe Montana. And he keeps  swatting
them away.
  "What do you think when you look back on all you've accomplished?" someone
asked him last  week.
  "When you start looking back, it gets hard to go forward," he said.
  Believe it or not, Joe, that is considered an excellent quote from you. A
Lester Hayes, you are not. At age 32, you might want to loosen up a little
bit, no? I mean, you did that "Saturday Night Live"  guest-host thing a few
years back. It wasn't that funny, but hey, you know, how about the effort?
  Well. OK. Maybe not. But in a certain way, let's face it, that only adds
to this guy's mystery.  What, we may wonder, was he really thinking when Bill
Walsh benched him earlier in the season? What was he thinking when people in
San Francisco started calling him washed up?
  He has kind things  to say about Walsh now. "Bill has meant everything to
me. . . . He's gotten the best out of us when we were young and now he's
getting the best out of us when we're old."
  And Walsh speaks highly  of him. Says his instincts are great, he is at
his peak again. All the hatchets seem to be buried. Of course, getting to the
Super Bowl will do that. And remember, Montana threw three touchdown passes
in each of the playoff games it took to get here.
  No one is taking him for granted.
  Here is what his teammate and offensive lineman Bruce Collie had to say:
"Joe's kind of like that nerdy guy  back in high school, the kind you really
didn't notice. He wasn't the flashiest guy or anything. But all of a sudden,
you turn around and he's president of the United States."
  I guess that's a compliment.  It's just that Montana does things so
differently from other quarterbacks. Take Jim McMahon, who exudes so much
bravado, you can smell his ego coming from the other room. Or how about
non-quarterbacks? Guys like Brian Bosworth and Ickey Woods? These guys haven't
done half of what Montana has, yet they're probably already just as famous,
and the offers are rolling in.
  Oh, well, Joe. Have it your  way. That has  always worked. More than any
other single player out there, you may be the one to swing things this
afternoon. And if you march off the field with yet another MVP honor, you will
be the  player of the decade, no doubt, three Super Bowls, three MVPs. Heck.
You can be as bland as you want.
  And if you don't? If they finally steal your thunder? If Boomer and the
Bengals ruin your string  of wins, dash your record, steal off with the Super
Bowl rings -- hey. Not to worry.
  None of us will use the "w" word.
  I promise.
  Mitch Albom's sports-talk show "The Sunday Sports Albom" airs tonight,
9-11, on WLLZ-FM (98.7) with a special Super Bowl post-game show. Guests
include Lomas Brown and Tracy Austin.
CUTLINE:
Quietly, San Francisco quarterback Joe Montana is poised to become  the player
of the decade: He already has been the Super Bowl MVP twice.
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JOE MONTANA;COLUMN;FOOTBALL
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