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8702240163
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DETROIT FREE PRESS
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871116
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Monday, November 16, 1987
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STATE EDITION
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SPT
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1F
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MITCH ALBOM
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Copyright (c) 1987, Detroit Free Press
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FOR LIONS' LONG, LOSING IS ALL PART OF GROWING UP
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WASHINGTON -- He was sitting in the grass near the 30-yard line, his head
drooped, shaking in disbelief, even as the Redskin defenders danced around him
in victorious glee. Chuck Long had just tried  one of the simpler things in
football, throwing away a pass, and he had missed the target. The target was
the ground.

  The ground?

  "What were you thinking as you sat there?" someone would ask Long after
this gut-twisting, 20-13 loss to Washington, a loss which was sealed with a
last-minute interception by cornerback Darryl Green of a ball that was just
supposed to be thrown away. "Were you  thinking, 'Forget it. Forget it,' or
were you thinking 'Oh, bleep!'?"
  Long forced a grin. "A combination of both."
  Right. Remember your first year of high school? Remember the job interview
that  didn't go so well? Remember basic training in the army? They call that
stuff "part of growing up." And if you watched the Lions play the Redskins
Sunday, you realize that this, when all is said and done,  is where the game
will ultimately be filed.
  Part of growing up. Chuck Long played a good game Sunday, a very good game.
There were moments when he was swimming in Redskin defenders and he never
wiggled,  never flinched. He found his receivers and fired away. This is a
Washington team that should have eaten the Lions alive, and yet the score
stayed close, Long was confident. The difficult was coming easy.
  But the easy. . . . The little things 
  "It was little things," said Long. 'I threw an interception earlier in the
quarter (a pass meant for Gary Lee) where I just didn't set up right. I didn't
 have my balance. And it got picked off.
  "And that last one. I was just trying to throw it at Pete (Mandley's) feet.
I didn't even see Green. And, the next thing I know, the guy's getting up with
 the interception and running the other way. It was like, 'Where did he come
from?' What's he doing? I started looking around for flags. There were no
flags."
  He sighed, and said it again. "No flags."
  First you get the easy things. Then you get the hard things. Then you go
back after the easy things. A rookie quarterback (and Long, despite his
sophomore status, is really pretty much a rookie quarterback)  is prone to
swings of achievement. Like these: Long would complete 23 of 37 passes Sunday,
would thread the ball between defenders, would read blitzes and find receivers
coming back and would stand in  the belly of the beast and not lose his
concentration.
  He would also throw four interceptions.
  The easy was the difficult.
  "Sometimes I try to do too much," Long said, putting his hands on  his
hips. "I try to make too many things happen. That's the way I've always
played. But sometimes, up here, it doesn't work out so well."
  This is old stuff for Lions fans. But it is new to Long. Here is a
quarterback who, like most freshly scrubbed quarterbacks, came into the NFL
figuring all the lights would turn green for him. And, instead, he has seen
losing and dissension and losing and  a players' strike and more losing.
  And on Sunday, he saw something else. "In college, you go out there and
you're sure you're gonna win. And you do. Here, in the pros, you can go out
there and be  sure you're gonna win, and it doesn't always happen.
  "I was sure we were gonna win today. i just had that feeling, you know? i
felt good. The offensive line was playing good. The defense was playing
good."
  He stopped and look quizzically, as if to ask, "So where's the payoff?"
  Sometimes there is no payoff.
  Part of growing up.
What went wrong? 
  So the Lions lose another one. It makes  little difference in the big
picture. There are no playoffs to worry about. No divisions to be won. This
team had a big victory a week ago over Dallas and a win Sunday would have
really proven something  but it didn't come and, in a few days, that is all
anyone will remember.
  So you can look at the whole thing two ways -- the old half- empty,
half-full bit. The Lions should have stepped off the plane  last night with a
victory. Then again, who ever figured they'd play this game that close? The
bigger question after defeats like this is how will the defeated -- the guys
who made the mistakes, the guys  who saw the simple turn difficult, the guys
who saw the simplest of lays explode in ugly defeat -- how will they take it?
  "What went wrong?" asked yet another reporter thrusting a microphone in
Long's  face.
  "We had chances. We didn't capita. . . . "
  He bit his lip.
  "I didn't capitalize."
  He'll be all right.
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