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8701040991
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DETROIT FREE PRESS
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870125
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Sunday, January 25, 1987
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METRO FINAL
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SPT
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1C
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<BYLINE>
MITCH ALBOM
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<COPYRIGHT>
Copyright (c) 1987, Detroit Free Press
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<HEADLINE>
THE GIANTS WILL WIN
CURT, CURT, YOUR HAIR HAD JUST GROWN IN
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ANAHEIM, Calif. -- Curt, I feel sorry for you. No. I take that back. Last
year, I felt sorry for you. This year, I can only scratch my head.

  Last year, thanks to the flip of a coin, I won the  right to pick the Bears
to win the Super Bowl. You glumly accepted your fate, and went with the
Patriots. Naturally, the Patriots lost and you looked like a fool.

  You took it well, Curt. Remember  how the fire trucks came to get you off
the ledge? Ah, but that's another story. And so is this year. This year, you
don't have to flip the coin. This year, you own the coin. 
  This year, the boss  told me, "Let Curt pick first. I don't want another
airport scene." Remember that, Curt? When we pulled you off  that Air India
flight after the Patriots lost, and you had already shaved your head and  said
your name was Jeru and you didn't even like football? 
  Ah, but that's another story.
  And now, this. This year. Your year. Your pick. And what do you do? You
shoot yourself in the foot. The  Broncos?  You're picking the Broncos over the
Giants? Hello? Anybody in there? The Broncos?
  Surely you jest. Tell me something. One thing. One simple thing. Who has
Lawrence Taylor?
  Goodby.
  I don't know whether to laugh or cry. Why not give me Luke Skywalker and
the points? Why not give me The North and the home-field advantage?  Denver
over New York? In basketball, maybe. We are talking  about the Giants,
correct? The Giants who have not surrendered a touchdown in the playoffs.
Those Giants, yes? Can I whisper something to you, Curt? Come closer. 
  San Francisco, 49-3.
  Goodby.
  The Giants cruised to this Super Bowl. The Broncos had to eke out their
wins. Sure, John Elway drove them 98 yards in the final minutes against
Cleveland. A great football team wouldn't have been  98 yards away.
  The Giants were better than the Broncos two weeks ago, and nothing has
changed. All the players have done since then is party, mug for the cameras
and sleep. Not unlike your work week, Curt.
  Yet you continue to side with the Sammy Winders of the world. Would you
know him if you ran into him? And Rulon Jones and Karl Mecklenburg? They look
like Biff and Skippy. This is your pick? Curt. Listen closely. Two words. Two
very important words.
  Solid food.
  Try some.
  Defense wins and the Giants have it. The running game wins and the Giants
have it. Tight ends are crucial.  The Giants have them.
  Denver has John Elway.
  John Elway is Jay Schroeder with bigger teeth, Joe Montana with more hair.
John Elway is good. John Elway is not enough.
  Listen, Curt. Harry  Carson, Gary Reasons, Carl Banks, Jim Burt, George
Martin, Leonard Marshall . . . 
  Oooooooooh.
  But you had these names before you and you chose Denver. Where? From your
booth at the Blue Light  Lounge? Do me a favor. Tell the boss it was your
idea. Next year he'll want to give you both teams. I  win only if they tie.
  I am not looking forward to this. I am not looking forward to embarrassing
you. And I am out of rope. Remember how much rope we had to use to pull you
from under the bed last year?
  But that's another story.
  Here is this one.
  Giants 23, Broncos 10.
  See you at  the airport, Jeru.
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SUPER BOWL;FOOTBALL;FORECAST
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