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8801190558
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DETROIT FREE PRESS
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880425
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Monday, April 25, 1988
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METRO FINAL CHASER
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SPT
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1D
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MITCH ALBOM
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1988 NFL DRAFT
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Copyright (c) 1988, Detroit Free Press
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LION'S JACKPOT: BLADES, SPIELMAN   
LIONS TAME DRAFT FOR A CHANGE
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You had to like this right away: Bennie Blades, the Lions' No. 1 draft pick
Sunday, took a jet from  Miami, a helicopter from Metro Airport, a car from
the parking lot, and now, 7 p.m., he was courtside  at the Silverdome before
the Pistons-76ers game, awaiting his introduction to the  people of Detroit.

  "Yo man, take some shots," yelled Pistons forward John Salley over the
blaring music.

  "All  right," said Blades. And there, wearing his stone-washed jeans and
long-sleeved cotton shirt, he began to fire away, in front of everybody --
Isiah Thomas, Bill Laimbeer, the crowd. A three-pointer.  Missed everything.
Another. Missed everything. Another. Another. 
  Miss. Miss. Miss.
  "Aw, let us show you how it's done," yelled Salley. He tossed a ball to
Vinnie Johnson, who sank a 14-footer.
  "That's OK," yelled Blades, undaunted, "we'll get a football and see how
you like to take some pounding."
  Hit the ground talking. The difference between this year's Lions draft and
all those years  before was immediately apparent in one very important quality
-- confidence. Confidence from the drafted players. Confidence from the front
office. Confidence, well, damn it, on the basketball court,  if necessary.
  Ladies and gentlemen, listen: This was a smart draft by the Lions, a good
draft, a quality draft. Hallelujah! Remember the goof-up with Reggie Rogers
last year? How other teams seemed  to know he had problems and the Lions
drafted him anyway?
  Not this time.
  Hit the ground running.
W e put special emphasis on the character of the player this year," said
vice-president for  personnel  Jerry Vainisi, who is the biggest boost to the
Lions since expanded parking. "All through our meetings this year, the item we
discussed first was personal character -- then his football talent.  There
were players we passed over who had the talent but whose personality was
questionable."
  Good. That's smart. In Blades, the Lions have snared a guy who can hardly
be deemed lacking in confidence,  yet, according to scouts, was not part of
the stupid shenanigans that characterized many of his Miami teammates. He
taunts. He hits. He hurts. What else do you want from a defensive back?
  "When I  strap on a helmet, I am pure beast," said Blades, 6- feet-1, 216
pounds, during his crack at the press. "I don't care who it is out there, my
brother or anybody else, my job is to annihilate him."
  Ooh. Gotta like that. 
  Meanwhile in Chris Spielman, the  second pick, Detroit selected a
linebacker who simply exudes grit and determination, a guy who has been told
he's too small and too slow  and has proved them wrong every time.
  Listen to this exchange from Spielman's introductory press conference:
  QUESTION: Was Detroit where you wanted to play?
  SPIELMAN: I don't care where I  play. They could have sent me to Africa.
I'm just ready to get started.
  QUESTION: Are you concerned about starting right away?
  SPIELMAN: I've had one goal since I could walk, talk or breathe  and that's
to be a professional football player. I never sat on the bench and I don't
plan on starting now.
  QUESTION: What about your supposed lack of speed?
  SPIELMAN: Look. When you're running  those 40-yard dashes, what are you
running for? Nothing. There's no reward. You put a guy running down the
sidelines and give me 40 yards and I'm gonna catch him, believe me.
  Did someone say humility?  Did someone say shyness? What for? This is
football. The Lions have had enough meekness for 10 lifetimes. Time to get
serious. Time to play tough.
  Hit the ground swinging.
  Now, sure, there is  always a lot of positive feelings on draft day. Why
not? Nobody has to suit up. But on this Sunday the Lions, long known for
punting when it came to draft day, suddenly seemed, well, in control. Credit
Vainisi. He made that great trade last  week, surrendering the No. 2 pick for
Kansas City's No. 3 plus the Chiefs' second-round selection (which became
Spielman). And he was never caught off guard.
  "We had this very same top three -- Blades, Spielman and (Pat) Carter -- in
a projected scenario," he admitted.
  "How?" someone asked. "There's so many players between those picks."
  "Well, I worked  the phones these last two weeks. I pieced together what
everybody really needed. You know, of course, that everybody lies. But you
learn to read between the lines."
  Hear that? That's one difference  right there -- experience. Rich,
knowledgeable, deep. Vainisi, who is truly plugged into the NFL
powers-that-be, was merely an observer during last year's draft, having just
come over from the Chicago  Bears organization. This year, he was hands on, he
made the big calls.
  The difference showed.
  So congratulations. The Lions now have a defensive back who already has
challenged an NBA team, a  linebacker who has already dismissed the NFL's
method of evaluation, and a tight end (Carter) who, in the words of Blades,
"is 270 pounds of pure meat coming at you."
  Good draft. Nice job. No games  have been won, no records have improved.
But the feeling is positive, and that's  an important step. Hit the ground
talking. Now let's see. If, come September, the hitting is half as good, the
Lions  struck it rich.
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DLIONS;FOOTBALL;BENNIE BLADES;COLUMN;Lions
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