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DETROIT FREE PRESS
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851229
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Sunday, December 29, 1985
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METRO FINAL
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SPT
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3D
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<BYLINE>
MITCH ALBOM
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Copyright (c) 1985, Detroit Free Press
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<HEADLINE>
BOYS DOWNTOWN WANT NFL PICKS -- OR ELSE
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There I was in the tub, the bubble bath just starting to kick in.

  And then a rock smashed my window into 4,000 little pieces. A note.
"Predict or Die. (Signed) The Boys Downtown."

  I should  have known this would happen. Ever since the World Series. You
get lucky once and they're all over you. "Kansas City in seven," I had said.
Who knew it would be so . . . correct?
  Now the footballs  are flying. The linemen are grunting. Placekickers are
studying the English language. "I very happy . . . to burp in . . . Sooooper
Bowl . . . " Yes, sure as dirt, it's NFL playoff time. And the boys  downtown
are getting hungry.
  So OK. A prediction they want. A prediction they get. All the way from
wild-card to Super Sunday. I blow the bubbles from the tub, gaze into the
murky waters, and what  do I see? Hmmm. This is what I see. . . . 
  WILD-CARD ROUND: Now I know what you're saying. You're saying, "One
wild-card game is already over. And now he's gonna predict it? Rip-off. What
gives?"  Well. It may be over by the time you read this. But not by the time I
write it. So my prediction for the Jets-Patriots game? Pats win, 26-14. 
  Just a hunch.
  Meanwhile, today in New Jersey, the  Giants play last year's Super Bowl
champion 49ers. "We're different than the team that lost to them 21-10 last
year," says Giants coach Bill Parcells. And he is right. This time they lose,
24-17.
  The networks pull out all the stops in their playoff ratings war. Following
the lead of Ahmad Rashad, NBC's Pete Axthelm asks Brooke Shields to marry him
over the air. Brooke says she'll ask her Mom.
  SECOND ROUND, NFC: The Dallas Cowboys travel to LA to play the Rams. Tom
Landry flips a coin to see which of his teams will show up today, the good one
or the terrible one. It lands on its side. The  Rams win by default.
  Meanwhile, Chicago hosts San Francisco in a rematch of last year's NFC
championship. Temperature at game time is minus 8 degrees. The score is tied
at the end of regulation.  Tied after the first overtime. Tied after the
second overtime. Chicago finally wins when 49ers coach Bill Walsh solidifies
into a block of ice on the sidelines. Says Joe Montana: "He's always been a
cold man." The Bears celebrate by releasing another record, "That's What
Fridges Are For." It climbs the charts.
  SECOND ROUND, AFC: The Raiders, capitalizing on their bad-guy image, come
to the game  in new uniforms -- solid black. No numbers. This confuses the
Patriots, who go to tackle Marcus Allen, only to discover it is Al Davis. The
Raiders win big.
  Down in Miami, the Cleveland Browns are  stunned when Bernie Kosar visits
his old university and decides it's more fun to be a college student after
all. He re-enrolls as a Swedish Literature major. Without their quarterback,
the Browns collapse,  87-3.
  Meanwhile, the ratings war increases. Brent Musburger asks Cybil Shepherd
to marry him over the air. She accepts, then asks: "Who's Brent Mussbereger?"
  NFC CHAMPIONSHIP: In Chicago, the  same number of fans show up as the week
before. In fact, it's the same fans, frozen in place. The Rams get off the
plane at O'Hare airport and immediately ask to renegotiate their contracts.
The game  is a laugher. The Bears win, 31-6. Bears coach Mike Ditka dedicates
the game to George (Papa Bear) Halas. People begin to notice that Ditka is
dressing like Halas, and his voice is changing. Strange.  Meanwhile, the Bears
release an album, "We Are The World -- No, We're Bigger." Quincy Jones
produces.
  AFC CHAMPIONSHIP: The Dolphins come to LA. Coach Don Shula counters the
Raiders' all-black uniforms  with an all-white version. This works for most of
the game, and the Dolphins lead, 21-17, with two minutes left. Then Dan
Marino, confusing Mark Duper for a small pillowcase, throws an interception
that  gives the Raiders the win. Jim Plunkett buys Marino a Coke after the
game.
  The ratings war goes on. So do the marriage proposals. John Madden asks Bea
Arthur. Jimmy the Greek asks Carly Simon. Bob Costas asks Olive Oyl. All are
politely turned down.
  SUPER BOWL: What fanfare! What glitz! New Orleans welcomes the Super Bowl
gladiators with open bars. Jim McMahon has a drink named after him.  Something
with coconut flakes. And Refrigerator Perry joins the Preservation Hall Jazz
Band, as a tuba. Ditka, swept up in the Halas spirit, begins to wear wing- tip
shoes. "Call me George," he tells  his wife, who previously could only call
him "Sir." 
  Meanwhile, the Raiders, eschewing the Super Bowl hype, work out in the
Louisiana bayou, wrestling alligators. Several Raiders become engaged.
  The game is a knock-down, slam-bang affair that sets a record for injured
players. With McMahon and Steve Fuller out, the Bears must use Walter Payton
as quarterback. He goes 9-for-11, 156 yards, and  wins the game for Chicago.
Afterward, he receives the MVP trophy from NBC's Merlin Olsen, along with a
bouquet of flowers and a marriage proposal. Payton accepts the trophy and the
flowers. Ditka is  proud. "We couldn't have done it without Gale," he says.
"What a runner."
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