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8602140935
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DETROIT FREE PRESS
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861006
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Monday, October 06, 1986
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METRO FINAL
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SPT
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1F
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<BYLINE>
MITCH ALBOM
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Copyright (c) 1986, Detroit Free Press
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THERE WAS JUST ONE CATCH TO BLACK'S BLOCKED PUNT
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The ball came back. It just came back. It wasn't supposed to come back. It
never came  back before.  Usually, when a punter punts, the ball goes
somewhere -- anywhere -- up, out, away, vertically,  longitudinally.
Somewhere.

  This one came back.

  "Has anything like that ever happened before?" someone asked Mike Black,
after Houston's Audrey McMillian slam-blocked his punt and it ricocheted  off
Black's body, then off two Oilers defenders, and landed back in Black's hands
without ever touching the ground.  "No way," he said. "I watched it leave my
foot then I heard it blocked and I looked  up and there it was, in front of
me, and I caught it and ran."
  "Have you ever caught your own punt before? Anywhere? Anytime? Anyhow?"
  "Nuh-uh," he said.
  Nuh-uh. Of course not. How can you  catch your own punt? You can't. Go out
in your yard and try it. It's damn hard. And that's without anyone blocking it
down your throat.
  But on Sunday -- bing-bang-boom! -- and Black's punt, as the Supremes might
sing it, was back in his arms again, right by his side. And suddenly he was
charging downfield, doing his best impersonation of a running back, his arms
pumping, his legs churning. The  crowd roared, or maybe it was  laughing, but
Black passed the first-down marker and he was ahead of everyone but one
Houston defender. . . . 
  "OH, MY GOD!" someone yelled. "HE'S  GOING TO SCORE!"
Hold  on -- it gets better  Well, why not? Punters scoring? It would have
fit perfectly in this Lions-Oilers contest.  What a wackout! This was a normal
football game? Sure. And elephants can fly. 
  What  did we have? What didn't we have? Outside of that punt -- which we'll
return to in a second -- there was  a fumble overruled by a television set,
unsportsmanlike conduct, roughing the passer, interceptions  nullified,
fumbles nullified, a 60- yard bomb from the end zone, an 81-yard touchdown
pass.
  Did I mention the defense-as-offense play?
  Oh, hang on. You gotta hear this. Third quarter. Houston's Warren Moon
passes from his end zone and the ball is tipped by Jimmy Williams and
intercepted by Keith Ferguson. Great break for Detroit, right? Only Ferguson,
like most defensive linemen, carries the  ball as  he'd carry a pizza, and he
fumbles it out of the end zone.
  OK. Still Lions' possession, right? Wrong. The officials give the ball back
to the Oilers, because on such a play, thanks to a new rule,  the defense
becomes the offense as soon as it intercepts, and when the offense fumbles out
of its opponent's end zone, the opponents -- in this case the Houston offense,
which at the moment  was masquerading as the Houston defense -- gets the ball.
  You getting all this?  So, ta-da! In a single play, the Lions' defense
becomes its offense, and, true to the role, it screws up.  Then  it resumes
being the defense. 
  By the way, the Lions won this game, 24-13.
All the moves but one  But let's get back to this punt. When we left Mike
Black, he had found the football in his hands,  and, hey, his feet were
moving, and he was running downfield, and there was (gasp) daylight and just
one man to beat. . . . 
  Unfortunately, when you're a punter, one is more than enough. Punters
don't have the cleanest uniforms on the team for nothing.
  Black ran out of bounds at the Lions' 41.
  "All the guys were congratulating me on the sidelines," Black said, "and
then Eddie (Murray)  came running up and said, 'You idiot! If you just juked
the guy, you could have had a touchdown!' "
  Juked him?
  Do punters juke?
  Well. Who knows? Anyhow, Black -- who a few weeks ago against Dallas
slipped and missed a punt altogether -- got to wave to the  cameras  as both
punter and punt returner. This way, he could say, "Hi, mom" twice. He was also
credited with the Lions' longest rush  of the day (21 yards), which should
tell you something, though at this point, I'm not sure what.
  Weird? You bet. Repeatable? "Let's hope not," said Darryl Rogers. Somewhere
in between the strangeness  a football game was played. And suffice it to say
the Lions (now 2-3) were happy to take the win, though they're not quite sure
which Oiler to send the thank-you notes to.
  At one point, late in  the game, a huge paper airplane floated down from
the upper deck and landed on the field. Houston cornerback Patrick Allen
picked it up  and made as if he was going to throw it.
  He should have.  On a day when punts come back and fumbles don't, the thing
probably would have flown all the way to Houston.
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