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8502190775
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DETROIT FREE PRESS
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851208
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Sunday, December 08, 1985
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METRO FINAL
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SPT
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5C
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<BYLINE>
MITCH ALBOM
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the picks
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Copyright (c) 1985, Detroit Free Press
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<HEADLINE>
FEIGNING APATHY CERTAIN TO HELP LIONS' CHANCES
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Act casual.

  Do not get up early. Stay in bed. Pretend it is just another Sunday. Keep
away from coffee. Do not bite your nails.

  When your friend calls to ask if you're watching "NFL Today" say, "No.
There's this really good National Geographic special on Channel 68." Do not
let on. Act casual.
  Show no signs that the Lions' season has come down to one game, today's
game, and that you  know it. When the doorbell rings at 12:59 p.m. and it's
your neighbor asking you to help put together his brand new snow blower, do
not kick him in the stomach. Say you'd love to, but your third cousin  from
Albania just arrived and you must go over his tax return. Do not mention
football. Do not let on.
  We are going to keep this quiet. We will tell no one. We are not going to
let people think we  honestly believe the Lions can make the playoffs. Not for
a moment. No, sir.
  We are going to act casual.
  If they win, however, you may blow up your basement.
  And now, the picks . . . 
  PATRIOTS  26, LIONS 10: I just can't see it. I've tried. I've crawled under
cars, climbed hills, taken the elevator to the penthouse floor. But I can't
see the Lions beating New England in New England when the  game means so much
to New England. I just can't see it. If I am wrong, of course, I will blow up
my basement.
  BEARS 50, COLTS 0: They don't like losing in Chicago. No. Not at all.
  DOLPHINS 21,  PACKERS 20: Neither snow, nor sleet, nor freezing rain, can
keep Don Shula from the playoffs.
  VIKINGS 27, BUCS 20: Don't mean a thing.
  SAINTS 28, CARDINALS 14: Don't mean a thing.
  FALCONS 17,  CHIEFS 16: Really don't mean a thing.
  BROWNS 25, SEAHAWKS 23: Cleveland wants it more.
  GIANTS 28, OILERS 20: Who can figure these two teams? They win when they
shouldn't. They lose when they  shouldn't. So, when picking a game between
them, I must employ a very scientific method. Alphabetical order. Giants win.
  REDSKINS 24, EAGLES 21: The Philadelphia players were walking around like
zombies last week after giving up 28 fourth-quarter points to lose to
Minnesota, 28-23. Did we do that? Yep.
  BENGALS 26, COWBOYS 17: Act casual. This is just a hunch.
  JETS 30, BILLS 10: New York  does to Buffalo what it wanted to do to
Detroit. Better it should happen to Buffalo.
  BRONCOS 31, RAIDERS 28: Biff. Bam. Boom. Crunch. Ayee!
  CHARGERS 35, STEELERS 24: Sunday night? We're playing football on Sunday
night? What happens to "60 Minutes"? What happens to "Trapper John M.D."?
Sunday night?
  49ERS 29, RAMS 13: Oh, wow. Gag me. San Fran owns Califonia.
  BEST PICK LAST WEEK: Seahawks  23, Chiefs 3. The Seahawks won, 24-6.
  WORST PICK LAST WEEK: Rams 31, Saints 7. The Saints won, 29-3.
  RECORD LAST WEEK: 9-5. I blew up my basement.
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